It’s raining here.  I know, what a cliche,- of course it’s raining in Seattle. Duh.

But really, it’s raining here.  Today, January 23rd, is the first day that I have felt that sinking damp feeling.  The moisture is everywhere.  We are huddled, once again in our house, avoiding the great outdoors.  The cold is in our bones.

Luckily, I have work as an excuse. It may be a Saturday but I’ve taken on several writing projects and this moment is as good as any to knock some typing off my to-do list.  This is also an excellent way to avoid hiking in the rain, which I haven’t quite mustered the urge to do.  I’m sorry, it’s true, I’m totally avoiding.

This poses an issue I think:  How do Seattle’ites keep active?  Really truly active?

I haven’t been running because of an active injury to my ankle, and I wouldn’t want to really, the rain dripping down my cheeks, getting into my eyes, down my neck. Yuck. But I’ll blame the ankle.  Hiking isn’t so rough on me physically, and yet I look outside, shiver and then shut the door. Another day maybe. A clear day (insert hysterical laughing here).

I sure am racking up my hiking trips, aren’t I?  Will I overcome this desire to stay dry and warm? Will I adventure out this winter into the wet? We shall see.