CLOSER TO ALASKA

It rained most of the day yesterday. Perhaps it will rain again today. Which would be nice. No, not because California needs the rain -- we do, but that isn't anywhere near a primary reason for enjoying inclement weather -- nor because of my fond fantasy of a lazy afternoon with romance in a warm dark room, the sounds and lights from the street filtered through bamboo slat or matchstick blinds, but because a wall of rain shortens the middle-distance and mutes the world.


That fond fantasy isn't likely to happen in any case.

But a velvety encompassment by rain is possible.


It's a work day, so I'll be in Marin, where everyone is nuts and entitled. Rainy weather dampens their spirits, and keeps them from going out for fear of melting, or because acid rain is a plot even worse than the chemtrails the vaccination industry spreads through the atmosphere. Rain is bad for their karma as well as their fabulous hair.

An afternoon without many Marinites, and those that come soggy and subdued, with dampened spirits, strikes me as being as near to heaven as one can get in Mill Valley.


One day of wet suburbanites, then two days off.
Followed by Marin again on Thursday.
Marin surely has a purpose.
Don't know what.


Marin probably needs to be rained on more.



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