I don’t know about you, but for me, a day of clear skies and a gentle breeze can sometimes bring a suitcase. What I mean is when I wake up and see a “beautiful” summer day, I feel that I would be an ungrateful clod if I didn’t get out and take advantage of the weather in the form of yardwork, or outdoor house projects, or a long walk, or a trip to the lake. I put “beautiful” in quotes because I am referring to the standard, widely accepted definition of this concept; that is, any day with no rain. I could pontificate a bit more about the beauty of rain and wind, but I’ll stick to my main point if I can.

In the past I have sometimes been quite confused and frustrated by my tendency to become mildly depressed on sunny days, but I now understand that this feeling stems from my internal, mostly self-deprecating, monologue. On a sunny day it will start more or less like this: “It’s a beautiful day! What the heck are you doing sitting inside the house, you sap? Don’t know realize it’s probably going to be raining tomorrow? Make hay!” If I don’t immediately snap to, depression will kick in with the realization that I am such as slob that I don’t even want to take advantage of this marvelous weather.

The term “harbor day” is a commercial fishing concept and implies weather that is nasty enough to be dangerous. However, I am not a commercial fisherman, so maybe I can modify the concept a bit to fit my life, and loosely connect it to my own inner weather. Today is a dry day. I will stop short of saying that it’s actually sunny, but hey, this is Southeast Alaska, after all. I have a project with the back door jamb that is nice and dry due to the fan I had blowing on it all night, and the blueberries out at the lake are whispering at me from their laden branches. However, it is also true that this coffee is delicious, and the cat is feeling extra cuddly. Maybe I’ll write something for my blog.