Daily Report: Dismal, Dank, Damp, and Dark

It's still cold. It's still raining. It's still windy. My cold seems to have ended and work this morning was pretty good.

Epril and Susan made fried chicken and chicken soup for lunch. The soup acted somehow as an agonist for the weather in my bones: I guess my mind equates "chicken soup" with "cold winter day", and my body just ran with it. Either that, or it was the coda of my cold sending its final chills down my spine.

At about 7:00 tonight, the power went out. We lit about 30 tealights and Epril used her Nokia to play some music. We ate snack food, drank soda, and watched through the windows the dark leaves of the palm trees flap back and forth in the wind, silhouetted against this awful tenebrous sky we've been huddling under and cursing at for 10 days now.

We spent some time out on the upstairs balcony despite the cold. Up there somewhere is a full moon, giving the sky just a bit of all-over glow in the dark... enough to tell ground from air in the distance. We watched car lights across the darkened valley sending out cones of light, illuminating the raindrops in the sky, like searching spotlights off in the distance flashing in and flashing out. It gave me a bit of a lonely sensation, seeing that there were people out there in the distance, stuck in the dark like us, far away. Epril and I huddled under a blanket on the balcony to keep warm in the water-soaked breeze. We stayed out and let the mist chill us, and used the cold as a reason to cuddle for warmth. I guess somewhere, the moon was chiseling our silver lining out on one of these clouds.

We finally gave in to the darkness at about 9:30, blew out the candles, and curled up in bed, going to sleep listening to the never-ending click click click of rain drops and the rising and sighing of the wind blowing the palm trees around outside our window.

Christ Almighty, I envy a Brit for his weather right about now; please make it stop.