Twenty-three straight days of rain so far. We arrived 28 days ago, just to put some perspective on the situation. Not that there is any shock to the revelation that yes, indeed, it does rain in Washington state. We were as well prepared as we could have been, considering we weren't prepared for any of this at all (er, not referring to the rain here). Going blindly forward is what daring lives are all about - or perhaps foolish lives, not sure yet...
A life in limbo resembles something like this: waking at no particular hour of the day, rising to a lazy breakfast/lunch and consuming however many cups of coffee necessary to rouse your lethargic senses, perusing the internet for jobs you can't actually apply for as of yet until 'things get sorted', wandering to the store where you will then wander down the aisles until you finally invent a reason to purchase something, reading that incredibly mind-numbing book from your long list of 'must-reads', only to realise your reasoning behind it is to tell every intellectual snob you come across in the future that you did. Finally, you discover - as you watch the rain pour down outside while you are quite literally trapped indoors for fear of drowning - that your muscles are atrophying before your very eyes and you can now hide things in the folds of your stomach. Welcome to the life of the plotter.
Adi says we've earned our plotter's rights, and anyone who knows us at all and is aware of the pace at which we operated over the past year may be inclined to agree. However, soon the time will come for the rain to pass, for there to be some vague semblance of certainty in our situation and for the greyness of our lethargy to be replaced by motivation and action.
Until then i'll be here - plotting - watching the sky, and waiting for the clouds to finally break.
