It’s pouring – but the old man isn’t
snoring – the ladies are having a day in.
I have always known that weather
predictions never work for me. If they say it’s going to rain, I’ll awake to
sun and vice versa. This morning is the vice versa. Nothing in any of the
weather channels that we consulted yesterday mentioned rain – a bit of cloud
cover eventually yes, nothing more. So, of course, we awoke to the wonderful
sound of major rain on the roof.
Fortunately we have leftover bread, I have
a good book to be read and the rain will eventually stop, life is good in my
end of the world.
Did make it down to the beach during a dryer moment - love a gray day!
reflections on the river |
gray days don't bother castles on the hill |
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