We keep missing the rain. It can storm a half mile away, but nary a drop at our house. The hard part is the anticipation; when the clouds get dark and the wind builds and whips the trees, I'll bring my books in from the patio table and stand grinning like an idjit waiting for a storm that doesn't happen.
Monday while I was at the grocery storm, it poured. I was soaking wet before I could get in the car. I went about two blocks and the streets were dry. Isolated thunder showers, indeed.
The increase in my thyroid medication appears to be making a difference. After only a few days, my energy level has improved. Or maybe it is because both yesterday morning and this morning, I put in an hour of yoga. At any rate, I was up at 5:30 this morning and ready for the day.
We've had a few days at less than 100 degrees lately, but the humidity is so high (85% this morning) that the heat is still a problem. I need to mow the lawn, but haven't worked up to it yet...and may not.
I started Kate Morton's The Forgotten Garden yesterday, fairy tales within a fairy tale. Echos of childhood favorites like The Secret Garden permeate the book as well. A delicious read!
What should I be doing? Vacuuming cat hair, laundry, dusting, balancing my checkbook. What am I going to do? Guess that remains to be seen, but I have a feeling that I'm going to sneak up stairs and work some clay.
I suppose I could put on some laundry first...
How is your Friday stacking up?