Finally, finally, real rain...
All day rain, steady, misty, driving...
In an apartment in a large Texas city, you never hear the rain unless it's nuts outside. Complexes have sliding doors, not windows. Here I can open the windows and hear the rain dripping off the trees, sliding off the roof, overflowing the gutters, hammering the lawn furniture with a queer splat.
It's like a rainy day up by the great lakes. I can't dwell on it too long, or I will cry. If I can just figure out how to make a living off the Internet, I will go find a little place up there. Too far from home. Sometimes you carry home with you, and sometimes home is a place. I have always carried home with me, with my cats. But behind that is a place. And it's calling me. Problem is, the odds of making a living up there with my skills are unknown. So...back to work.