I am so sick of rain. So sick of rain. So sick of rain.
I’m sure there have been days this month that didn’t rain, but there has been so much of it that I can’t remember a time in human history when it didn’t rain a least a few minutes a day. It just never stops. We went out last night with one of Jen’s coworkers and his wife and we were supposed to sit outside like good Covid-19 fighters, but no. It rained. Of course it rained. Last night while we slept it poured. It’s pouring out now. I had to be at my mother’s house by 7:00am for an extended nana sitting (7:00am Monday to around 6:30-7:00pm Tuesday… yikes) but before I could leave I had to wet-vac up the latest day’s worth of cellar puddle after the latest round of rain.
I am so sick of rain.