There were thunderstorms down by my house late last night/early this morning.  At precisely 4:51 I was woken by a peal of thunder so loud and long that I thought the natural gas tanks up by the main road had blown up!  (This is a constant worry, as they're only about half a mile away)  Phouka, who was sleeping at the foot of the bed army-crawled up to me for a cuddle, and was put out at me when I decided the better party of prudence was getting up and unplugging my computer.

I appreciate all the rain, but I can't wait for the grey-cold-damp to dissipate some and a bit of warmth and sun to permeate.  I'm going to garden a little this year (I swear, really!), but I've no desire to go fight off the weeds and hack out a little section of garden space, just to freeze my fingers off in cold mud!

For those who asked, here's the picture of me looking all cute in my silver jacket yesterday.  Why does it always rain when I wear new shoes?

One of my backstage girls took this for me.  Look, I've even got my own red carpet!