Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain...

[jhetley]

Last night's meteor-screening clouds have condensed and commenced to fall.  This interferes with Wife's normal Monday schedule, which involves a subject dear to my heart -- food.  She hates few things more than coming out of the grocery store with a cart full of bags into a driving rain.

I think the porch paint has dried enough to withstand this assault.  If not, I shall file a major complaint with the weather gods.  Which they will ignore, of course.  That's what gods do.  Either that, or overreact -- if I called the Wrath down on the Japanese beetles munching away on our rowan trees, folks in New Hampshire, Quebec, New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia would suffer collateral damage...