Notes from the River

Dear Diary,

It has been days since I saw the sun. I can feel myself wilting. My semi-permanent tan is going away. I’m developing a Vitamin D deficiency. I haven’t sat outside, enjoying a wildly overpriced coffee, while listening in on other people’s conversations, in an eternity (3 days).

In times of crisis like this, I must ask our cruel and merciless God: Why am I paying Los Angeles rent for weather that best resembles the rural Pacific Northwest? What sins did I commit in a past life to warrant such weather-based abuse?

I don’t know when I’ll see the sun again, or if I shall ever hear the rustle of wind through the palm trees on a warm afternoon. I suppose this will be my new normal, and, despite the pain, I must move forward.

“How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” – A.A. Milne