INTRUDER

Me, not the cat.  Hurricane was wondering what the f*** I was doing sitting on his sofa.   I was waiting for the electrician,again.

It was a damp day.  It was not so much that it rained - though it did - but the humidity permeated my bones, leaked into my soul and made laundry a real chore. Huge clouds hang low over the land all day, so it was a blessed relief when they rolled back about six and I had a lovely hour in the garden, pulling beans, sampling the blueberries and caring for the squash.