Trapped by weather, am I. Not a new thing so I follow in a long list of those who waited out the weather. Like Polar Expeditions I can do nothing about it but pass the time without going nuts. Unlike Polar Expeditions I am not looking at starvation but the opposite. I could die of a food overdose. Not that I probably won't anyway. That won't be listed as the official cause of death but food tends to cling to me unless I can out-distance it. Even then it runs after me for a while. When I'm home I'll fiddle around in the kitchen. It is a place from which I should ban myself. So I hunker down with put-off reading or construct long musical play lists usually titled Rainy Jazz. And make lists for the next foray to the borderlands.
