I Swear the Weather Here is Bipolar!

My neighbor's house at 7am. I can't even imagine washing that many clothes!

My neighbor's house at 12pm. This is why it's so hard to dry clothes here.

Living on top of a mountain, at 8,000 feet, really makes for interesting weather. For example, this morning was absolutely beautiful. My room, unfortunately, has no windows. But there is a crack between the block wall and the tin ceiling just big enough to let light in the eastern wall in my room. That crack is the bane of my existence when it's cold and windy, but on sunny mornings I like it. I have two alarms set on my watch. The first goes off at 5:30, and lately I've been too lazy to get up that early. But that way I'm usually half awake at approximately 5:45, which is when the sun rises right now. For about ten minutes the most beautiful golden light spills into my room. By 6, when my second alarm goes off, the golden light has gone away and a harsher, whiter light replaces it. But I can't complain, when there's light of any intensity coming into my room at that time, it means it's going to be a nice day...or morning, at least.

You see, I got all excited this morning, thinking it was going to be a beautiful, sunny day. I hung out the pile of damp clothes that hasn't dried the past couple of days, went for a run, and went to church. But by the time that we got out of church at noon, the clouds had blown in and the sun had gone away. I got home just in time to bring my clothes in before the rain started. And now it's been raining on and off all afternoon. Sigh. Guess I should just be happy for having half of a beautiful day! And actually, it's looking like the rain might hold off long enough for me to work in my garden a bit this afternoon...