Cold rain, and a mini-rant about Peepers...

Mid-30s and raining. And dark. I am not amused. 

Today, it's work, then home for lunch, then out to get groceries. Perhaps the rain will lessen, but it's predicted to be wet again all damn day. I will never get outside to clean off the deck, pull carrots, clip herbs at this rate. 

Tomorrow, I have a class -- a real, in-person one-- in St. J with the poet Betsy Sholl. I am really looking forward to it. One, I know of her work, and two, she is a friend of my friend Dawn, and three, I get to write without distractions for a few hours. What a blessing. And I'm hopeful we can go out to dinner afterward, G and I. Perhaps the Leaf Peepers have all gone home. 

Or maybe they haven't. I still see busloads of them disgorging onto Main St. on my way home from work every day. But this cold and wet will likely keep the casual Peepers away. Maybe. We are a Destination, and we'll only have a couple of weeks that we can fully enjoy our own restaurants and stores until skiers invade. 

I'm not complaining, really. But it'd be nice to use our own resources. Some of the restaurants and coffee shops close for a well-earned break at the end of October, because they've been slammed for a month with the Peepers. But then, we can't go out. It's a conundrum. Businesses rely on tourist money to stay solvent, especially in these economically challenging times. But we'd all like a nice dinner out. Sigh. 

Anyhow, it's Friday, and my tee shirt for casual Friday reads "Well read and mildly judgmental." It seems fitting. 

Have a good day, hugs all around, be safe. I hear there's a nasty roll-over in the Notch-- glad G is off today. And O... the furnace cleaning dudes are coming this morning. I'm still not turning the damned thing on. But it'll be ready, whether or not I am. 

Take care,

C