It’s raining. It’s been raining for so many hours straight (we’re talking days) that I’m starting to feel like that character in the Ray Bradbury story on Venus where it rains all the time, trying to tell the other kids what it was like on Earth when she saw the sun.

I actually like rain, but not continuously. I like a little variety with my weather.

Anyway, aside from being fed up with rain, I have high hopes that I can present Evil Angie with a novel to edit when she returns from RT. Because she’ll probably be missing her red pen and feeling anxious to get back to work. Heh. I’m bumping along in the ending, which I’ve been doing for about as long as it’s been raining (forever, approximately), and things are going nicely. So, I’ll get back to it, pausing occasionally to scowl out my window at the rain.