The damp air is temperate and mild, as the dogs and I sit outside on this rainy, rainy day in Buffalo. A steady patter of drops on the yellow and white striped awning over my head is pleasant enough, and the light filtering through the solid cloud cover paints the yard an exquisite green, flooding the eyes and filling the heart. But the forecast? That it will be like this all week, the entire time we are here? Raises a tempest of concern.
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