It's been rainy and I've been sick. Gray skies make me miss the Pacific Northwest sometimes, with its steady, incessant drizzling. The roof of my car was wet this morning, somehow, where it met the windshield. I couldn't tell where the water was seeping in. When I lived in Portland I had a mushroom like an enormous pig's ear growing in my bathroom. Now I have a spontaneously leaky Subaru (last spring the moisture came in through the floor). Some things never change.