It will, probably, never stop raining

[desperance]

I won't be going into town, as I had planned. It's just too wet out there. Instead I shall sit here, picking nervelessly at what I wrote last night, trying to make sense of it so that I can carry on; and betweentimes I'll dive back into the black hole under the stairs, and wave the vacuum threateningly at the boys when they get too much under my feet (this only actually works on Barry, but it's a matter of principle with me that cats shall be scared of vacuums, so I carry on regardless in the face of young Mac's sneers), and with luck soon enough I'll be able to start putting things into that space rather than taking more out. It's like one of those sliding tile puzzles: what I really wanted was to clear some clutter from in front of some bookshelves to see if I could find a particular book, but there's nowhere for that clutter to go until I have made space elsewhere, which means... etc etc. But I did, eventually, find the right place to begin.

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[desperance.livejournal.com]

We're playing weather-hopscotch or something up here. Saturday was lovely, Sunday was foul; yesterday was fine, today is appalling. I really wanted to get to the library today, and I am seldom put off by rain, but I'm not even thinking about it today. There is no point turning up like a sodden cartoon joke.

[abserdman.livejournal.com]

It's been like that here... Friday was raining, Saturday I was sunbathing at 7 in the morning and then played in a paddling pool all day (Students? Grown-ups? Never!), Sunday was miserable, yesterday was hot and then it's raining again today!

[brisingamen.livejournal.com]

I have been dogged by rain ever since I shipped out of Madison. At Heathrow, my taxi driver congratulated me on bringing home fine weather. It was pouring within twelve hours!

However, I have just walked into town to buy some vegetables and an eighteen-month academic desk diary (and to forget to buy some milk!), and the sun has tentatively emerged and begun to burn off the impressive sea mists. Still feels like a sauna out there, but the sense of living in the bottom of a green glass terrarium is at last receding.