With little produce available for harvest, large baskets of fruit and vegetables are being shipped over from Yakima. Then as even more clouds block Seattle from enjoying the energizing Sun, human enthusiasm proves very low and pedestrians move about drudgingly. That means my meals now behave in such a lethargic manner that drinking from them tastes less appetizing. (Who wants to hunt prey that is too depressed to run away?) So this is how I feel about this ridiculously RAINY (traditionally hot) August day.
(aka Ravena Doomlah)