I'm starting to go slightly nuts with no outdoor exercise for several days. For a fresh air freak, nothing is worse than being cooped up inside. Yes, yes. Just buy some decent rain gear. It's Seattle in January. Or move to Arizona and complain about something else.
Fortunately, the main atmospheric river is aimed south, so we're getting off easy (this time around) compared to California. Talk about feast or famine. Their reservoirs are filling up again but what destruction and chaos down there.
Over in the Methow Valley, heavy wet snow brought down trees and power lines this weekend. Our homes are OK, although a giant tree came down across the street from Amanda and Tom and they lost Internet and phone service. Amanda sent this picture and said, "Mom, you would not like Twisp right now." No argument there.
How about that, the Seahawks "exceeded all expectations" this season. We heard the last few minutes of overtime on the radio as we drove by the stadium coming home from the concert yesterday. Great timing, with hardly any traffic. I went to bed with my book while John watched the Sunday night game that handed them a lucky wildcard spot in the playoffs. So that brightens up a gloomy January in Seattle.
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