*except in Seattle, where it tries.

Look at the date. It's now officially late April. It's still raining in Seattle.

IT'S. STILL. RAINING.

We're getting dumped on mercilessly. In most parts of the country, it's broken 80 and thawed out and everything else that generally goes along with spring. We have yet to break 70 here in Seattle, and tonight as I was driving to the grocery store the clouds opened up and dumped bucketfuls of water on me. It was all i could do not to pull over to the side of the road and cry.

I am tired of the rain. There, I've said it. Normally, I love Seattle's weather. But it's now late April and it's still 48 degrees and raining. Six bloody months of this stuff and I'm sick of it. It's contributing greatly to my mood, which is surly and uncooperative and generally intolerant of everything. I even yelled at Kallisti tonight because he wouldn't leave me alone while I was making lunch for tomorrow. I'm tired of the drain in the bathtub being backed up and getting gods knows what coming up my drain when whoever takes baths at night drains the bathtub. I'm tired of wearing my boots and I'm tired of having to finesse the car into starting, which I have to do whenever it's been wet.

I'm tired of being cooped up inside. I'm tired of living with the windows closed. Usually, by this time of year, the weather is mostly sunny and getting warmer. This year, nothing. It's almost as bad as the winter where it rained for 110 days straight.

And, worse, my unhappiness with the weather is spilling over into everything else. I went to the library booksale last Friday night with Misha (and came home with a lovely haul), and then hauled myself out of bed early on Saturday so I could pick Chris up in Queen Anne and go to back to the sale. He wanted to go but had a conflict on Friday. Then I was supposed to go out for dinner with people, and Chris requested to be run home while I was out, so I went out, got caught in Satuday afternoon traffic both over to Queen Anne and back to the U District where the people I was supposed to pick up were, and then ran into the same traffic jam on my way down to West Seattle. And then I got lost. I was about an hour late for dinner. And then I dropped everyone off back in the U District, ran back over to Queen Anne to get Chris, and then finally arrived at home, having accomplished pretty much zip all day.

Normally, I'm pretty sanguine about this stuff. I consider it karmic payback to give people rides places, as I was carless for years and depended on the kindness of strangers to get me places that transit didn't go.

But on Saturday, I was pretty unhappy about all of those round trips to QA, as well as the fact that out of my own personal chore list, I'd accomplished exactly nothing. I'm afraid I was pretty surly towards Chris for most of the weekend, but managed to curb the sharpest edge of my tongue, especially when he insisted on burbling happily about the conflict that had made him unable to go to the booksale on Friday. Usually I'm happy to hear about his adventures, but on Saturday and Sunday it just emphasized the fact that I wasn't doing what I wanted and needed to do that weekend. And because Chris had the camera last week, I missed the height of the cherry and apple blossom season. I was really rather looking forward to taking macro pictures of the blossoms and pictures of the trees outlined against the sky. Ah, well. Next year.

Today, though, I got some stuff done--I cleaned out the storage area, went grocery shopping, and am in the process of laundry. So that's the most important stuff that's being done. Kallisti is over the barfing that he was doing and is back to his "I am HUNGRY, give me FOOD" phase. I'm slowly increasing the amount of food I give him--he had 3/4 of a can tonight, and he would have eaten the whole can had I let him. That's more than he was eating per day last week. Pretty soon I'll be able to give him all the food he wants, whenever he wants it, which is how he likes it.

And it's really gratifying to have the storage area cleaned out. it doesn't look it right now, as I stuck the stuff to go to Goodwill back into it, but I'll make a Goodwill run on Friday and get rid of everything. I got the screens out, which means that as soon as I wash them off I can install them, which is a good thing for the summer over here. It's nice to think about evening breezes without mosquitoes in them.

I'm feeling a little bit better. I'm still not reconciled to the rain, though. I want the sun to come back. I want to be able to feel happy again. I want the doors in my house to close, damnit! (they swell in the winter and don't close all the way.)

And, yes, I'm feeling yet again like people are taking up way too much of my time. I've had precious little alone time lately, and I'm really starting to feel it. I'm doing things about it--I'm hopefully taking friday off from work to get a real start on spring cleaning, and Saturday has been marked off as "free from people", so that will help a lot.

It's not much, but it's a start. And the trees believe that spring is here, so I'll trust them a little while longer.

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