Thursday’s rain just took the spunk out of me, especially cycling home from the train station. I knew my bike helmet wasn’t water proof, but hadn’t thought of rain dripping off my nose while I was riding. That was the straw that broke the camels’ back. I just wanted to get HOME, and curl up under a blanket with a book. No stop at the Coop for eggs or milk… I didn’t even want to go back out in the evening. Enough!
I’ve been volunteering at the May Jazz Festival in Stavanger this week – making sandwiches in the mornings for the crews setting up for the performances. It’s exciting to be a part of this huge affair – I guess I’d just hoped for sunny weather.