It's been a long November so far. Oh wait... it's July.

I am going to do something I rarely do, and something I generally despise when others go on about it. I am going to complain about the weather.

Can I just get a "what the fuck IS this??" and a "one more day of this and I'm going to go to bed and not emerge until NEXT July"?

As some of you may not know, I live on the West Coast of British Columbia. The southern west coast. The mildest place in Canada. Closer to California than to Alberta, which is the next province over. For ten months out of the year, it is customary to experience rain, wind, fog, mist, hail, the occasional wet snow. Basically any kind of precipitation imaginable. And I suck it up. I suck it the fuck up, because I am lucky not to have to ever shovel snow, or plug in my car, or stick a jacket and shoes on my dog. And hey, it makes my skin look younger. So that being said, I endure ten months of grey, depressing, mild and wet weather so that in the other two months (July and August), I get some sunshine, some warmth, and some bathing suit/swimming weather. Don't get me wrong, it's rare to push over 30 degrees C. But I don't complain because I also don't have to use a mosquito net, air conditioning, and my city doesn't smell like rotting garbage.

Now, I am complaining.

I'm not sure if any of you knew this, but I'm prone to experiencing depression. (hehe) And like most others who experience bouts of depression, I'm very much affected by the weather. Grey days make me blue, and if I'm already blue, they make me want to lie in bed and never come out. A hot sunny day is like an injection of prozac. Or speed, depending on how hot and sunny. It's like the fog in my head lifts, and I'm filled with a little bit of... I don't know... joy! Love for my surroundings. Energy!

So far all we've had this summer is rain, and temperatures equalling early spring and late fall. And I am so done. I am (not for the first time) imagining what my mood would be like if I lived somewhere far south, where it's the polar opposite. Ten months of sun, the occasional two months of grey. I wonder. How much would it change me? What if I could actualy go off meds? What if that is the key to this whole puzzle?

I consider moving to California. Or Arizona (yes, cold winters, but STILL). I want to get the hell out of here.

Sigh.

So now that my rant is complete, I will say what any good West Coaster would say at this particular moment, and I will suck it up and continue with my day.

"At least I don't have to water the gardens."

OH WAIT. I'm currently employed to water my friend's garden twice a week, so I'm now also out of a job. So much for that little gem of optimism.

Sitting in front of my space heater on July 14th,
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