What a week for weather. Or as J. Wellington Wimpy used to phrase it on the comics page, between requests for hamburgers: “Nice weather, isn’t it, we’re having?”

Some people are rain partisans. Me, I prefer rain that falls gently at night, while I’m sleeping, before giving way to sunny skies at dawn. Not light rain and gray skies, day after day.

This overcast week, life here is like Seattle but without the coffee and monorail, San Francisco without the charm, Portland without Powell’s Books and trolleys. Good weather is all we have. Without it, what are we? Bah.

Bah, I say.