The rain today was the razor blades slashing the eyelid variety. Relentless when it fell. It’s not the variation I like, too vicious and biting. But the wind I love, the combination of the terrific bluster with that rain. Kind of a West Coast roar or rumble.  One that’s grand to look out the window at. But something of an assault to move among.

A good chat with two people who like DM Fraser today among other topics. Satisfying indeed.

Les soirs we are utilizing multiple hot water bottles and I am very glad we have two couches to contain the readers. My boyo polished off five hundred pages this evening and then turned to me hoping for the third book — another 250 — that sadly we don’t possess. Who says boys don’t read?!!

My violin is utterly out of tune —