Plunk. Plunk. Plunk.

Most of California is a Mediterranean climate, that is, semi-arid. It stops raining sometime around April and starts in October, more or less. We depend on stored water for the dry season (as well as for more arid regions that have been settled or farmed). We need rain. Without rain we have terrible fires and water shortages.

So, I realize that I am being a complete ingrate when I whine about the rain, especially since we have not really had that much this week, but it is driving me a bit buggy. We had great weather, perfect for long strolls and for chasing around Amalia in the park, just a couple of days ago, and I have to admit that I miss it.

Staying inside should inspire me to get some projects done, and it does, but I still feel somehow cheated every day that it is not 80 degrees and sunny with 15 hours of daylight. But so it is with seasonality, and we have other consolations (persimmons, pomegranites, pumpkins).

Anyway, not much more here today, as I have another concert to review tonight (and it comes with a brutal overnight first thing in the morning deadline), so this pathetic little whining will have to do. I am sorry. Hopefully I can post some more interesting reading matter over the weekend.