Here comes the rain again…

A little after 6:30, an hour before the sun’s due to creep over the ridgetop at this time of year, but it’s clear there’ll be no sun this morning…

It wasn’t raining when Torso Boy went out two hours ago but it has started now. I never picked up all those plywood scraps scattered around the yard to help with the mud, because I’m a pessimist realist.

This rain was forecast and it’s only supposed to last the day, and I have no clue how much rain we’ll get. But I’m reconciled that we’ll have another half-week of muddy walking, minimum, just because it’s been that kind of winter.

We didn’t get any useful sun yesterday either, and it shows. This is the part I pay attention to, of course – but whateryagonnado? It is what it is.

And I’ll take the good, too. It’s been a wet but very mild winter. I started the winter with two and a half tiers of wood in my shed, and wondered if it would be enough.

Here it is late February and I haven’t touched the last tier!

Figures. I’ll have to haul it all out of there in Spring to fix the floor, which the rats have already undermined pretty badly in spots*. But the good news is it’s that much less wood I have to cut later this year.

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*Yeah, my brilliant rat-frustration plan failed pretty spectacularly in certain – okay, all – respects. I may need to figure out how to put a door on it after all.