It's pouring down rain, and windy, and thouroughly unpleasant out. I've still got a bit of my mystery left to finish, but it's way too gloomy to be reading about the Civil War, so I'm going to have to make a run to my friendly mystery bookstore, luckily located only seven houses away. I looked over the movies playing, but nothing excites me. I'm waiting for the Malick film. We're about to surpass the record for rain in June, but this fact is not causing any celebration in my neighborhood.
My husband wants to go get wood and have a fire, but we did that last weekend at the cabin, and I do not find the thought cosy. I want to get OUT, without an umbrella, hat, raincoat, and the dripping in the car, getting in and out. Boy, am I spoiled! My husband is happily doing a puzzle in the dining room. But the dogs and I are gloomy.
Hopefully, some idea will occur, and in the meantime, I can work on my book. A little music might help. And cocoa.
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