I welcome the rain that will water the tomato plant without my effort; I'm reminded that we still need a ladder, that the starling nest in the gutter probably is the cause of those newer tan cracks in the second-floor ceiling.
I wish the soothing sounds of soft thunder and all the swishing and drops would have started three hours ago, when I woke up and when it was still dark. Then maybe I could have slept.
I'm happy that my friends sold their house, loss-taking as they have to be having to move for a better job opportunity after only living there about a year, but this is "that one economy" and one is supposed to take heart in the cycle.
I think I will try for an hour …
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