Still no rain

Well, there's been precipitation. The ground is wet every morning. But for it to be rain, there has to be .2 inch of measurable rain in a single event.

I have cleaned off my utterly embarrasing porch and I have begun to decorate it for the Big Event. I have also finally assembled this funny little workbench-vise thing that was given to Ted a long time ago. And I have washed the furnace intake filter (it's the kind you wash). I have discovered ripe compost in the newcompost heap. I ahve figured out why Chain's dog is called Monkey, and what the consequence of that is, and I think that makes Bella and Chain into a more fun story, though harder for me to write, because I have to figure out what happens to allow that consequence to happen.

It has been eleven months since I sent out The Conduit and I have still not heard a single word. I have followed up three times without any response and every time I decide to yank it and send it somewhere else somebody talks me out of it.

I'm going to make the nice fellow a nice breakfast now. He deserves it: he works and works and works.

I'm seeing behind the curtain again, and I don't like it, and I know some of the things I should do, but I don't like those things either.

Mostly, I should clean the mess behind the curtain. And pay the bills.