I spent the weekend in Seattle, where I signed at the Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Guess what? It rained. Pretty much the entire weekend. And I discovered that the “cold” there is “colder” than Utah cold. It IS. I am not lying. Something to do with the moisture, I think, but I was shivering and in a hoodie or sweatshirt the entire time.
The signing was great, the staff at the SMB the best, and the coffee was WONDERFUL. And I required a LOT of it, because it was so freaking cold. My aunt, who lives outside of Seattle, put me up for the weekend, and she was a very gracious hostess, but she apparently has a furnace burning inside her body, because she swore she turned the heat on for me before I came. I imagine that gave the icicles time to melt, because there were none of those apparent, but I swear I could see my breath.
Now, yes, I am aware I live in Utah, and in the winter, we hit some pretty bonechilling temperatures, but we are honest about these temperatures. NOBODY every says Seattle is cold. “It rains,” they say, “but it never snows,” so you think, well, it must be warmer than Utah, right? A little rain never hurt anybody, right?
Good God. That rain is like ice daggers. Once I got into the bed my aunt made up for me, though, and pulled on six extra quilts (and she had a lot of them, because quilting is her guilty pleasure) I discovered that Seattle rain made me sleep quite well.
Better than I have slept in months, in fact.
Just call me, Sleeping in Seattle….