Make it stop!

Here in Portland, it seems to be perpetually March. One gray rainy day after another. I'm a native Oregonian, but I can't take it anymore.

‎"I began to forget when it hadn't been raining and became as one with all the characters in all of the novels about rainy seasons, who rush about banging their heads against the walls and drinking water glasses of straight whiskey and moaning, 'The rain! The rain! My God, the rain!'"
-Betty McDonald, "The Egg and I"




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If it keeps up, I'll show up at your house next week with the whiskey and you can supply the water glasses.