Mom talks about the weather a lot. There are days when she say she won’t let us go outside on our leads, although she still takes the silly dog out. There have been days recently where you could hardly see her under the layers of clothes as she headed out the door. She often tells people that here in our area of Texas, we have Seattle winters. She usually means 40 degrees for the high and 40 degrees for the low. Winter is also when both locations get most of our rain. Seattle gets days and days of drizzle. Here we normally get hard downpours, but not always. Today is a gray day with drizzle. I’ll bet this means she will wear her rubber boots because the back yard becomes a pond, and she’ll make me stay inside. At least the Seattle 40 at night is right for the forecast; I miss the sunshine on the window seat. Gray is just not my color.