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If the Sun wasn't out, I don't know where we'd be. Sunshine in Seattle can be unreliable until July 5 or so. The winter we had in the city this year was borderline cruel. We went from well behind on rain to nearly a foot over normal. Right before Christmas, Seattle recorded its literal darkest day ever . I'm not one who usually suffers from Seasonal Affective Disorder, but this winter pushed me pretty close. So, this week, with the vast bulk of residents hunkered down working from home (or worse... but we'll get to that), the sunshine has been our only respite. The outdoors, you see, is still open. We're an active lot in Seattle. You may have heard we're a bit outdoorsy. Stereotypes often have their roots in some small truth and it's no accident that Patagonia, Fjallraven, Columbia, REI, Kuhl, Arcteryx and more all have downtown storefronts within blocks on one another here. We can't really go to those stores right now. They, like every other...

I was supposed to go to San Diego this coming Monday. I was supposed to go to Orange County the week after that. I was supposed to go to Sacramento the week after that. I will not be making any of these trips. Come hell or high water, I will be taking a trip to Nashville at the end of the first week of April, not the least of which because I bought this airfare before the panic set in and, well, that money isn't coming back. But also, I will be taking that trip barring significant changes because, well, life still has to be lived. At the beginning of this week, here in Seattle, it seemed like that was the majority opinion. The past two days, though, matters seem to have changed.