Rain

Ah...the sweet innocence of childhood is as dead as spats. I loved thunderstorms when I was growing up. They were romantic and mysterious. Thunder started Mystery on PBS. It appealed to the gothic sensibilities of my youth.

Now I am a homeowner. The thing about water is that it is a primary agent of entropy. It is trying to destroy my house. It’s not getting in yet, but I worry about my aging gutters. We had big problems with them over the winter. They are getting replaced, but I’m not sure when. I need to make some follow-up calls today.

Caitlin is still asleep. That is not surprising after last night. She will be pretty wiped for the rest of today.