Watching the downward

Air temperature 54 F, wind southeast about 6 mph, raining. Which is likely to continue for much of the day. I continue to fiddle while Rome burns. Or, since the fiddle had not yet been invented in Nero's time, I'll play fiddle tunes on CD. Don't tell me to fix society -- I don't have the tools for that.

Missed me by *that* much

Consulted the road surface and the weather radar and decided to risk a walk. Met up with Ms. Sasha, who seemed glad to see me. Home now, and the roads are turning shiny again.