What an absolutely brutal winter.
That star up above represents the 800 words I just cut from this post, where I went into a bunch of boring detail describing how sucky it was for me, linking to articles proving how abnormally rainy and grey it was to “prove” it was okay for me to feel that way, etc, etc.
When I’m boring myself with my whininess I know it’s probably time to cut the words.
Suffice it to say, it was an abnormally rainy winter. There were only 3 mild days between October and March (when there are usually 17), some months broke rainfall records that have lasted since… well, since they started recording rainfall records. Other months didn’t break those records… but they fell short by less than a tenth of an inch.
At the library we had a lot of people coming in and printing bus tickets, or plane tickets, or any other ticket they could find to get outta Dodge. “I can’t handle it anymore. You never see the sky,” they’d say, with a half-crazed, almost caged look to their eyes.