It's been a rainy Sunday around here, the kind of day that could easily be spent under the warmth of a blanket with a good book and a cup of tea. Gray skies, the gentle sound of a soaking rain and a little more time with Cutting For Stone...that was not to be.
I had a 90-mile drive to deal with first. Even though the rain can be soothing from behind the sheers that hang in my living room, it is anything but that when barreling down I-95 at seventy miles per hour. The worst part was the surprise sprays that come from cars as they pass by. Today those sprays felt more like driving through a waterfall, often reducing visibility to nil until the wiper blade could catch up and clear the windshield.
It was good to get home.
Strike Zone - We called this morning to reserve a lane at the local bowling alley. "Uh," said the attendant, "we don't do that on weekends, but at 1:30? I don't think yo...
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