It's currently raining like a cow whizzing on a flat rock -- and I can't say that we haven't needed it.
I've got the windows open so that I can smell the rain and hear it hitting the ground; and I've just finished Randall Garrett's short story "Frost and Thunder".
I should start some turkey soup for a late lunch/early dinner, but I've still a little Darjeeling left in my mug, and I've got that old contented feeling going on, so my boots are propped up on the desk as I watch the rain drift through the pecan tree while the old mind wanders.
Today is the last day of my vacation. It's been a good vacation -- other than the occasional medical panic -- did some visiting, some reading and a bit of hiking.
Like every other vacation, I'm not wanting to go back to work.
I was talking to a friend the other day, and she introduced me to the writings of Marc MacYoung. His language does tend to the salty side, but he seems to know of which he speaks.
I was impressed enough by his web-site, that I popped over to Amazon.com and ordered one of his books, Street E&E.
I'll post a review of it after it gets here.
Well, I guess I can't put it off any longer. I'm off to the kitchen.