After almost a week of sunny, sunny sun, the sound of raindrops on my window pane is startling. But nice. It is, after all, only February, and I likes me rain. But, for all you people out there (and you know who you are) who think you could never survive the wet and gloomy winters of the PNW, it just shows to go ya: you never can tell. Would a little 60-degrees-and-sunny week at the beginning of February be enough to get you through the onslaught of gravitationally directed dihydrogen-monoxide molecules that fills most days between October and May? Because, we get these little surprise weeks quite often, you know. Little treats from heaven where we can stretch out in the sun and pick up some Vitamin A before scurrying back inside for the next three months of inclementation. At least we get a lot of reading done, up here in the PNW. And we all have grease-streaked towels set aside in the garage to wipe down our bikes after rainy rides. Can't stop us noways, nohow.