Yesterday was apparently an anomaly. It was gray and rainy this morning, and I really, really didn’t want to go out and work. When it’s like this I hope it will pour rain and send us home early, pay or not. But, just as we got to Mt Sanitas and started pulling myrtle spurge, the rain passed and very suddenly it was all blue sky and sunshine for the first time this week. Even though it was still all wet, I thought, this is ok, I can work now. And it was fairly easy going until lunch, but then it was overcast again, and suddenly cold again and threatening rain and I wanted to go huddle inside. It’s not that I mind cool, wet, gray weather -- it’s nice and cozy and springy as long as it doesn’t last more than a few days -- it’s just that I hate being cold and wet while working. The cold this week keeps giving me this strange false impression that it’s fall and winter is coming and I wish it were spring, and then I remember that it is spring and summer is coming. Strange.