Finally, finally, real rain...

[alfreda89]

All day rain, steady, misty, driving...

In an apartment in a large Texas city, you never hear the rain unless it's nuts outside.   Complexes have sliding doors, not windows.  Here I can open the windows and hear the rain dripping off the trees, sliding off the roof, overflowing the gutters, hammering the lawn furniture with a queer splat.

It's like a rainy day up by the great lakes.  I can't dwell on it too long, or I will cry.  If I can just figure out how to make a living off the Internet, I will go find a little place up there.  Too far from home.  Sometimes you carry home with you, and sometimes home is a place.  I have always carried home with me, with my cats.  But behind that is a place.  And it's calling me.  Problem is, the odds of making a living up there with my skills are unknown.  So...back to work.