Friday slipped in quietly this morning, following a noisy and torrential downpour during the night. A light steady rain accompanied me on my drive in today and the forecast is using that quintessential PNW weather symbol, the everything-weather icon. A sun overlaid by clouds, part of which have rain falling from them, driven windily at a 45° angle. Translation: we don't know what the hell it's going to do today, so we're predicting pretty much anything short of frozen stuff.
It's definitely a hot mate sort of morning. Iced drinks don't ward off the wet gray of our very-verdant weather, it takes a warm mug. For me, make it a strong smokey pot of barbacua yerba mate to go with yoghurt and homemade granola.
The iPod was again in a singular mood this morning, shuffling up three pieces of jazz. (in fact, almost everything it has shuffled up since I got into the office has been jazz as well, with only the occasional exception.) The playlist was short, but given the last song clocks in at 11:00 minutes, that isn't surprising.
- David Benoit: CabinFever
- Billie Holiday: Without Your Love
- Ludovico Einaudi: Oltremare
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