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Through much of January and early February, we had unseasonably dry and warm weather. As always happens, we had a contingent of Seattleites who delighted in this, and a countercontingent who went out of their way to say "This is the Seattle false spring!"
How right the latter contingent was. Shobhit turned off the heat for the first time in a few months not long ago, but it's been so incredibly cold recently, he turned it back on last week. Several days this week, it was in the thirties while I walked to work in the morning. Even in my layered jackets, I'm still freezing. And my typical uniform on cold winter days is my red hoodie beneath my pea coat, with a scarf added.
The thing that makes it worse is the cold dampness here. Sometimes we get a very dry cold snap, but I have been saying for years how a wet 45° in Seattle can feel way colder than a dry 25° in Spokane, because the wet air cuts through to the bone. Laney and I went to see
Pillion after I got off work yesterday, and it was a 4:25 p.m. showtime. It was freezing as I walked the few blocks over to Pacific Place, and even worse when we got out of the movie at around 6:30.
The movie was excellent, by the way. Laney and I talked a lot about it afterward, so much so that we actually hung out for a while in the lobby area of the second floor of Pacific Place after we left the screening room. It was in theater #5, which I think might be the smallest one they have. Laney booked our seats in row J, which is usually where we sit in front of the back, stadium-seating section of the larger theaters; J was the very back row here. On the upside, enough other people came to this showing that we were both compelled to wear our face masks. Not that having to wear a face mask is an upside; having a lot of people come out to see this movie is.
Anyway, Laney declared that it was so cold while she walked down to the theater from home that she was dead set on taking the bus home. I had no complaints there, so we walked over to Pike Street to wait for the bus. I
did have a complaint while we waited, though. "It's fucking cold!" I checked my weather app and it was 36°. What is this shit?
It's a bit warmer today. Our forecast high is 44°. But, it was 34° as I walked to work this morning. The low this morning was 29°, low tomorrow 36°. Too cold either way. We have rain coming though, which means cloud cover, which means warmer air. We have a forecast high of 50° as soon as Sunday.
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I didn't see Shobhit at all last night, same as Wednesday night and the same will be the case tonight. He's bust with rehearsals, which is great for him and it makes me happy that he has this going on. I really hope
The Foreigner goes well, and that it perhaps even opens up new doors for regional performances going forward.
Shobhit had asked if I could pick him up a prescription and some Sudafed, the latter because he has a mild cold. (His director did ask him to take a covid test before coming to rehearsal on Wednesday; he did, and it was negative.) I completely spaced it because I was on the bus, even though the bus stopped right next to Walgreens when Laney got off. But I didn't have anything outside the bus on my mind—only that I wanted to get home and be out of the cold for the rest of the evening.
I had leftover pasta that I had made for Action Movie Night on Wednesday for dinner, and I wrote the review. After that, I watched this week's episode of
The Pitt on HBO Max, and I rather agree with the general consensus that it's the best episode of the season so far. I spent the short bit of the rest of the evening listening to the
Prestige TV Podcast recap of that very episode while I did my stretches and got ready for bed.
I am consistently in bed and asleep before Shobhit gets home from rehearsal. At least his weekend rehearsals are earlier in the day, 12-6pm both tomorrow and Sunday; I'll see him both in the mornings and in the evenings then. Laney and I have our next double feature scheduled for Sunday. After the technical difficulties on Wednesday, I am hoping I'll actually be able to use the theater—but, if Laney and I have to shift up to the condo, at least then she won't have to feel bad about putting Shobhit out, as he'll already be out. (It's never that big a deal anyway.) I suspect the theater will work fine and Wednesday's issue was really with the jankiness of Greg's connection setup, the same setup having worked the previous two times it was his choice notwithstanding. But, we'll see. At least in this case I can go down and test it beforehand.
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[posted 12:36pm]
