Yesterday’s sky:
It was still raining this morning. Monsoon season rain, fast, steady, and soothing if you are warm and dry inside.
Which today, I am. My tasks are done for the time being. The Opera opened last night without any further ado. I have clean clothes and food in my larder and tea and the means to make it (slowly, but the stove works) and knitting. It’s just as well I don’t have any reason to go out because a few minutes ago the rain changed to this:
Yes, it’s snow. Big, sloppy, wet flakes, coming down just as steady as the rain and it’s thundering too- this could only happen in the south.
So while it’s a wet black and white world outside, inside I’m going to casserole a chicken with mushrooms and potatoes and white wine ala Lord Peter Whimsey* and fix all the mistakes I made in my Habu scarf last night. (don’t ask, it was stupid)
*See description in Strong Poison, by Dorothy Sayers.
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