And a windy, rainy gray one it is, rain whipping past the house corners in sheets, shore pines tossing wildly, occasional long rolls of thunder. Haven't seen lightning, but then I'm not where I can see in all directions. Not the cracking sort of thunder anyway-- just the long rumbles ... Coastal winter. And I feel rather blah-- a good day to stay warm and dry with a good book.
The cats sleep this morning-- no agitating to go out. Catly prudence.
And I must get busy on the poetry contest results again, and wrap that up.
Onward--
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