Much as I love a rainy day, I think I'm over it. Just finished three straight days of storm with one more promised, and this San Diegan is calling foul play.
Maybe if it wasn't, um, crimping my style so much. The much-anticipated trip to the OC to register for baby things with my sis has been postponed until better weather. This is the week we usually like to take postprandial drives around the neighborhood to admire the lights--that will have to wait. And today I had the perfectly absurd experience of being trapped at a nearby shopping center for over three hours when all the traffic lights around the single exit went out and people decided it would be fun to start crashing into each other as a result. I couldn't move my car and had to wait wanly in the bookstore and then a coffee shop (well, I did have a consolation cupcake) for an opportunity to free it. David had to leave work early to fetch Jarrah from theatre camp, while I lolled ineffectually in a chilly window seat, watching the waves of water batter the parking lot.
When I finally got in the car, it still took me 30 minutes to move at all, and for some reason I succumbed to melancholy over the song "Silver Bells:" "It's Christmas tiiiiiiiiiime...in the city..." I warbled to the accompaniment of cheerful car horns. I got rather weepy when I hit those high notes.
Maybe I was just wishing all that rain would turn white and fluffy. Love and peace, y'all.