Awww...squeeable Ceiling Cat!
I slept from 1745 last night to 0300 this morning, and then snuck in another 45 minutes before getting up. It’s what I get for being up most of the night before.
Yesterday afternoon, I gave up trying to be a hoomin bean and went to play some Mah Jhong on the Kindle. I couldn’t hold my eyes open so I thought I’d just take a 20 minute nap. It turned out to be 30 minutes but the sound of heavy rain on my patio woke me up. It POURED for about 25 minutes.
When I went to look outside, I opened the door and couldn’t even see the building across the lawn, about 100’ away. And “no rain” in the forecast!
Good morning. I’m glad you had a good night. DP and I went to the Botanical Garden last night to hang out at their after-hours special. It rained there, but we were under cover near a pond and visited with a young man who had an electric guitar but had never heard of Steve Earle.
Since they got their liquor license, you’re not allowed to bring in your own wine, but the volunteer at the bar let us use a corkscrew and said, Tsk tsk, don’t do it again.