talkin’ bout the weather… wet wood and fire
I’m hardwired to weather. My tears flow readily when it rains, and it’s poured all blessed day, a catalyst for pent-up emotions seeking release. Visions of a fire on the beach tomorrow are withering, but tomorrow I’ll bring wood in to dry and hope for the best.
Tomorrow’s forecast is a forty-percent chance of rain. Is that a sixty-percent chance of no rain, or rain forty-percent of the day? If it rains and more than twelve people show up in this teensy house, we’ll be sitting in each others’ laps.
Mmm… come to think of it, that could be fun…