I was just in a meeting that began with my observation that the rain outside was falling almost perfectly sideways. Perhaps that effect was exaggerated by us being on the eleventh floor, but whereas in December horizontal rain is not so welcome and would solicit suicidal groans from my co-workers, after the miserable heat of last weekend it is heavenly. The only problem with this relief, as Mrs The Fyd has pointed out, is the resulting wet dog phenomenon.
Speaking of dogs, yesterday on our evening walk as we went up Yamhill, past the Catholic church, a couple were bicycling down the street. The woman of the pair looked over Boris and Vinnie, and as if in answer to her companion said, “Not as pretty as ours.” Oh sister, oh no you di’nt.
That bitch better watch her back.