We raced rain for the last 50 miles or so getting me home this morning. Things settled down for a while but boomer cells started moving around in the afternoon. Right now I’m out on the porch with a cup of wine watching it rain.
Torso Boy has spent most of the time laying in the middle of the bedroom rug, I don’t know if he’s resentful or re-establishing ownership or just tired but either way he doesn’t seem to want much human contact. That’ll probably change around bedtime. A hummingbird just now flew by my face, maybe wondering when I plan to pay a little attention to the empty feeder. Me, right now I’m crashed with a cup of wine watching it rain.