Unending

This comes close to qualifying as a monsoon. The rain falls, seldom easing, and the sky remains darkened even by day. Wet squirrels scamper about, birds alight on branches and flick the rain from their feathers every few seconds, and even the stray cats no longer remain sheltered, but are forced to go out seeking food however wet they may become. All the beasts grow accustomed to the new state of things. The frogs, of course, continue to sound delighted. If they kept histories, they would likely remember this as their best year ever. I, however, would like just a bit more variety. If there can't be sunlight, I'd settle for as little as a thunderstorm. Just, please, an end to the monotony. It's water torture.

Rush

I saw a patch of actual blue sky today! I could have been knocked over with one of the feathery white clouds which loomed beyond it. For a while, it seemed there might be another spectacular sunset, but the gaps in the clouds closed too soon, and there was just another gray fade to night.

I've been very, very busy the last couple of days, both on and off teh Intranets. I need to make a deal with Morpheus, so I only have to sleep four hours out of every 24.