51/70: Veiled

Wednesday night I managed to break the recent pattern of staying in bed all night and sleeping off and on until near or even after dawn. I went to bed in an afternoon that was already storm dark half an hour before sunset, and then got up before midnight and fixed some dinner, then went back to bed around four o'clock in the morning, reading for a while than going back to sleep. I finally got up today about half past eight, but the overcast has made telling the time of day by the light impossible. The world is uniformly gray, and soaking wet.

So far the mini-metropolis has been lucky with this storm. The rain has been almost constant but steady, with no sudden, copious downpours that would be apt to lead to flooding. The wind has been strong at times, but mostly moderate, and so we haven't lost a lot of big trees or had them take out power lines, so we still have electricity. Of course our luck could run out, if a supercell decided to park itself overhead and drop all its water in a short time, or an outburst of furious wind should arrive and kill the power.

Fortunately it would be impossible for both to happen at once, though they could occur sequentially. My personal preference would be for neither. I am actually enjoying the sight of raindrops making random patterns in the small pools that have accumulated on the pavement. As of this moment, the most difficulty I'm facing is whether to enjoy the scene while drinking a cup of hot tea or to expend a bit more effort and make some cocoa. Ah, the luxury of first world problems, especially on such a day when even that world is mostly hidden by these lovely veils of gentle rain.