Gray Day.

I don't know how long it'll last — most of it's off to our east and south — but for now, it's the prettiest little thing I ever did see. It's raining. It's not raining enough, but it's raining. And it's so dark in here that whenever AMR returns from wherever she's gone, she'll bang around these rooms turning on all the lights. Until then, though, I'm sitting in the gloom. I'm drinking coffee. I'm listening to the birds sounding confused. Tires on the pavement. Rain on the leaves.