There's big winds with bursts of rain. I call it stormy-curling-up-in-bed-with good fic weather. Have sudden craving to reread my printout of
'The Fire and the Rose'. (that fabulous Hermione/Snape bodyswap fic). But am stymied by failure to actually locate the damn thing. Must have inexplicably lent it someone. That'll learn me.
sulks
Am off wallow in Predatrix instead.