Off the Cuff

It's just one of those days when I have nothing much to say and a burning desire to say it all. Perhaps it's the gloom and drear of a day intense with rain - the sort that soaks everything through and chills to the bone. It is the rainy season, afterall. Although, truth be told, I'm still not quite certain which time of year is not the rainy season. Fall and winter seem worse, I think, because once things get really wet, the chill never seems to leave until around the end of April - when we jump feet first into the heat of summer.

Although, to use the term "fall" is mostly poetic license. There is not enough seasonal variation around here to claim four seasons. It's either wet and cold and winter or hot and steamy and summer. I miss the other two seasons, but mostly fall. We had a day or two earlier that looked like they were thinking of fall. And maybe, if the rain moves on over to the east, we may get a couple days more by the end of next week.

In the meantime I am staying high and dry, painting the apartment cornsilk yellow, denim blue and brickred. That should be cheerful enough to chase the dreary right on out of here. If not, I will follow up with a frozen Marguerita and a little Latin Salsa on the stereo or maybe a corny, feel-good movie. Shoot, enough tequila usually sets anything right!