Or, isn't it nice we're having weather?
For suddenly, we are. A storm blew up last night, bringing thunder and lightning, wind, and driving rain. One moment Mr. Muscato and I were out on the balcony admiring the distant flashes, the next it was bucketing down.
This morning, as you can see, is dawning uncharacteristically turbidly, with dramatic clouds hiding the mountains we can usually see at the end of our street and a definite chill in the air.
If this happened more than three or four days a year, it really might become quite a nuisance...