Today is one of those grey, miserably wet days that makes me want to curl up into a cashmere-covered ball and watch old black and white movies all day. The problem, of course, is that I live in Vancouver, where it rains eight months out of the year. If I lived my life according to the weather report (which currently calls for seven straight days of rain), I would become a hermit crab and spend my weekends covered in cheeto crumbs.   Winter is finally winding down, which means those of us not living in California or Florida or the southern hemisphere just have to push through a couple more months of rain, slush and freak snowstorms. This is the hard part, where we…