It is pouring rain out this morning so I must have needed to drive to the office. Yesterday I drove to my in-laws and back in the thickest fog ever. I could barely see the road. Today I drove to the office in a huge downpour and could barely see the road.
Coincidence?
Yes, of course it is.
I hate to keep harping on something as inane as the weather but…
Sum up the first half of my work day:
Walk from the building to the car. Drenched.
Walk from the car to the building. Drenched.
Walk from the building to the car. Drenched.
Walk from the car to the building. Drenched.
There you go. That’s the first half of my work day.
Can’t we just go back to working from home again?
Guess what it’s doing outside right now. Go on, guess.
Hint: It’s still July.
Have guessed yet?
You’re absolutely right! It’s fucking pouring fucking rain! Again! A full month of constant pouring rain! My cellar is going to be a lake again!
Ya-Fucking-Hoo!
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.
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