Gloom

Gray day, not raining at the moment, just damp and dank and drear. And nothing worth *bleep* on TV this afternoon -- whatever happened to baseball as a major consumer of TV time? Yeah, it can be boring. But as boring as _golf_????

Meanwhile, back at the transdimensional portal, Beowulf just tasted the water leaking out of a native petroglyph of concentric circles. It _seems_ to be seawater, and they're standing twenty or thirty feet above high tide. The old witch tells him that they stand above tide in _this_ world....

Probably no bike ride tomorrow. Tidings of more rain spread by the prophets.