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I live in San Francisco, which has a notoriously... odd climate. From microclimates that can be so micro that crossing the street can change the temperature by 10 degrees, to "the coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco" (NOT Mark Twain. Dunno who it was, but it wasn't Twain), San Francisco is weird. Winter here means rain and cold (for local values of cold--but it's a damp cold). San Francisco is also in a years-long drought. But this year... oh, this has been the year of atmospheric rivers and days of bucketing rain. And actual thunder and lightning, which is breathtakingly rare in San Francisco. Because of the aforementioned drought, we grit our teeth and repeat, again, the mantra "we need the rain." We do.

It's another soggy day, rain sheeting down the windows and the occasional grumble of thunder. It's a day off, so I'm sitting in my bathrobe, finishing my coffee, and muttering "we need the rain." I'm plotting stew for dinner, or some other simple, warm, comforting food that will chase the damp chill out of my toes...