It may be time to invest in an umbrella.

I don't know what happened. Maybe I lived in Portland too long. Maybe I'm just not as sharp as I once was. Who knows? But I forgot how the rain happens in this area of the country. In Portland (and Seattle as well), no self-respecting person uses an umbrella. It's actually the fastest way to be pegged as a tourist. It rains a lot, sure, but it doesn't RAIN. It just kind of sprinkles at you for months on end. Here, well, different story. It rains (and thunders--like right now--and lightnings!). It's exciting. There's somewhat of a sense of danger with storms.
That being said, I need an umbrella. I haven't owned one for years. In college there was no point. It was too windy. You could use one, but it would be inside out and about a mile away in mere seconds. The Pacific Northwest just had the most amazing months of mist imaginable. Here, I just get wet. Very wet. Down to my underwear wet.
With that, here's a picture. Umm, clothed. Not of the underwear. Family reads this and that's just way too not okay for them to be seeing.



This was all just from walking home from the store. It's two, maybe two-and-a-half, blocks away.

Okay, that was really all I wanted from you. I'm now off to start my curried chicken and lentil soup with potatoes. It's turned out to be a very good decision for dinner.