It is a second cup of tea kind of day, or coffee, or whatever libation gets you through. Rumi is slumped at the foot of the couch in a blissful, smelly heap that only a dog can pull off with any semblance of cuteness. We are on Day 1 of the forecasted 50 mm of rain over the next week. Gray skies as accompaniment. If Dave quips “April showers bring May flowers” one more time, I will hit him.
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