Read that again. Fifty-eight, I tell you. Of 365 total. For you mathematicians out there, that’s a mere 15.89 percent of the year that we see sun.
There’s also a rumor that the Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) rate in Seattle is inversely proportionate to the number of sunny days we have per year.
I’m not saying this is not a beautiful place to live for 58 days a year. But Lord have mercy … if it doesn’t stop raining soon, my feet are going to evolve into flippers.
You know I am really not a complainer, right? But I need a snorkel to get to my car. And there are ducks living in my back yard.
All I’m trying to do is go for a run to minimize my laziness and maximize my energy. Is it too much to ask for just one hour a day of non-rain?
My apologies. That is the last you will hear about the weather. Because I’m busy selling everything I own so I can move to my deserted island in the South Pacific.