Seattle is micro-climate country. This is perhaps to be expected, when the city is situated within sixty miles of a rain forest, and also within sixty miles of good downhill skiing, with the Pacific Ocean in between. We've been having some fairly intense fog in the last week, but it's been stunningly localized fog. Clear when I leave the apartment in the morning, pea soup at Lake Washington, beautiful and sunny on the far shore. The weather downtown is often quite distinct from the weather in Eastlake over the ridge, which is itself entirely unlike the weather across the water in Bellevue, which may or may not resemble the weather further to the west as you climb towards the mountains.
There are some rules of thumb: waves on the north side of the 520 bridge mean winds blowing cold and clear down from Alaska (the bane of fans in the upper decks of Safeco Field), whereas waves on the south side mean we've got some of that warm and wet California weather on the way. And when the weather gets to town, you're likely to be able to observe its quite visible progress as it swirls around the glacial ridges. I once had the amazing good fortune to be high up in the Columbia Tower at the exact hour a storm rolled into town off the Sound. The progress of the rain over Magnolia, the Seattle Center, and Belltown was clearly visible, and then, in a few dramatic seconds, the leadline of the rain swept along the Tower. there were a few incredible moments when the southern windows along one wall were bone-dry but the water was rolling down the northern ones in sheets.
About the writing thing, yesterday was Crouching Tiger, and today was A Map of the World. Thursday is going to be tango tapas, and Friday may well be the Squirrels. Which leaves tomorrow, but that might be Ikea, or the World's Best Office Chair. Don't be holding your breath. 23'01'01