This winter the weekends when I have had time to work around outside there has been rain. I thought about working outside during the week last week, but had to put it off due to pressing projects.
I dream of a properly dry climate like Lillooet - nine years there had me nicely used to 350 dry days a year. I loved being able to leave books and papers outside knowing that would not rain and there was no dew.
A pox on the rain. I grew up in the lower mainland and learned to hate this wet stuff from the sky.