Sure are a lot of rainy days here lately. Damp. chilled. When it rains a lot I get buggy. I start rearranging furniture. Things. I get that from Mom. On rainy days she used to call me and say, "Whatcha doing?" I would say, "changing the rooms around". "Me too". That is what she would say. She would laugh.
The Man carries a flashlight around at night...when he gets up, because he does that a lot. Just so he doesn't bump into the new lay of the land. Soul-o doesn't mind. Every rainy day means a room already explored is ready again. And he can see in the dark. I think he appreciates the change of scenery.
The rain has encouraged the maple leaves to fall. They are late. I have leaves on my mind. Looking at them glued to the deck there has me considering. How and Where things come to Rest.
I will probably do that for most of the day. Quietly consider that. Surely I will have something to say about it after awhile.
