Happy New Water Year
At work we do much analysis in Water Years, which begin in October. With almost-spectacular timing, the gathering morning fog turned into a pathetic beady drizzle-fog today, too vigorous to ignore but too puny to exercise even the lowest setting on my windshield wipers. It is now the rainy season, and safe to plant spinach (or so I hope).
With “rain” drifting lazily in some direction near the road, it was prudent to knock at least 10 MPH off the average traffic speed on the freeway. Or so everyone seemed to think; I have now been driving in L.A. long enough to adjust to the speeds, and so found this rather irritating, rather than comforting and safe. I’ll road your rain rage, yar, all the way to work.