Snuggled in my crate at night, with two blankets tucked in overhead like a fleece tent, I can still hear the wind and rain pelting the bedroom window. That pinging sound is just one of the things we love about winter in Seattle.
It has rained on something like 20 of the past 21 days, with no real end in sight. One afternoon Mike opened the front door, and I took one step outside, saw the rain and sleet pounding the pavement, and wisely stepped back inside. Mike couldn’t argue. Luckily, a half hour later it wasn’t nearly that bad, and we were able to get out for a half-hour or so. It’s rare that we can get an hour in. Last Sunday was so nasty that we didn’t even get to walk with my pal Charlie at all. Some days Heather, Mike and I managed to take advantage of a rare sun break, but most of the time Mike is forced to don his rain hat, rain coat, rain pants and galoshes and wade out the door looking like a stiff version of Gumby. I, on the other hand, get no protection from the elements, and within 10 minutes look like a wet rat. Just another of the things we love about winter in Seattle.
How many days until pitchers and catchers report?