It has now been a week of rain.
No, I’m not kidding. This is the most bizarre weather I’ve ever encountered. Denver is a DESERT. The most I have ever seen it rain is an hour or two on summer afternoons during thunderstorms. But we have had an entire week of rain; it’s rained in the morning and the afternoon and the evening and through the night.
Today it was cold enough for me to want hot steel-cut oatmeal for breakfast (though we didn’t have any milk, so we had fried egg sandwiches and cherries instead). And hot chocolate. I wanted to drink hot chocolate in JULY in DENVER. We ran some errands this afternoon and I put on my China pants, a long-sleeved shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, and socks and shoes. SOCKS. In July. In a desert. It feels like February in the Bay Area.
I’m really not complaining, because we need all the water we can get (plus, I bet the plants are all loving it), but dude. It’s July in a desert and it’s rained for a week. I’ve never seen anything like it.