By tomorrow this time it's supposed to be raining heavily. I believe the forecast. All day the cloud cover has been low and heavy and the daylight muted. One would think we were in for monsoon rains; it has much the same feel. Kind of a hush over the landscape, waiting for the rain.

If I leave my umbrella home tomorrow, rain is guaranteed.

I love this kind of weather, and am quite content to sit in my comfy chair with a good book and a companion cat. Miss I-don't-want-to-cuddle has changed her mind. Foul weather friend, I call her.

Wish I weren't coming down with a cold. Aaa-a-Choo!