It's another of those on-again/off-again rainy days... the kind my yard and the farmers love because it's nice and gentle, plenty of chance to soak in rather than just run off... but I'm getting tired of it. When I'm inside, it's sunny... I step foot outside, it starts to rain, until I go back in. Aarrgghh!

And I gotta take #1-son driving again, and he's grousing about it. Too bad kid! But at the same time unpleasant to deal with.

Brain feels like jello... old-man-dog was into his I-want-out/I-want-in mood last night. He can't be trusted to be left inside because he's just too old to have much control left, and his bark is still loud enough to wake the dead, let alone my densely populated neighborhood... so I was up with him for a couple hours until he finally decided to go to sleep. <grumble, grumble>

But, before I went to sleep last night I wrote seven long-hand pages (small writing) and found the plot doing the direction I expected, but with a new twist... the heroine discovered there's something far worse than her parents visiting... <author's evil chuckle>