Geoff Duncan

Did you ever have one of those moments when you found yourself having thoughts which would be alien and even disdainful to the "normal" you?

I had one of those moments this morning. After several weeks of relatively cloudless, temperate weather (despite a few icky days in the 90s), Seattle this morning again demonstrated the climatic phenomena for which it is more widely known: rain. Accompanied this time by thunder, lightning, and dripping ceilings (you know, where the landlord was supposed to have had the roof patched back in June).

And while one part of my mind is happy to see the "gloomy" Seattle weather which was one of my motivations for moving here, I was shocked to find another part of my mind thinking "Gosh, I guess I won't be able to work on my tan." (Note: in my case, tan is defined as five-inch patches of skin on my forearms, extending downward from my elbows, and a little patch on the left side of my neck where I got a little burned through a sunroof. Sun worshipper I am not.)

So, to reconcile this cognitive dissonance, I, uh, made waffles. With strawberries, fresh mint leaves, and just a tinge of rhubarb syrup. To recover my sense of self, you understand.