What was that I said, earlier today, about maybe the rain letting up a bit?
Har har hardy har har!
None of that, Pathetic Human!
Ruby the Corgi and I just darted in the house, barely ahead of a fine little downpour.
Wunderground ventures to say we have a 97% chance of “precipitation” — their grown-up word for “rain,” far’s I can tell.
“Thunderstorms possible around 4:30 p.m.” No doubt…
Well, we shall see. It’s overcast and raining just now, at 3:00 p.m. If we add a thunderstorm to that, things will start to look lively.
Oh, well. At least we got the dog and the human walked before water started to fall on us. Ruby looks disgusted: unclear whether she wanted a longer excursion or whether she just dislikes gray skies and rain.
This will preclude firing up the barbecue — our usual mode of cooking dinner. So…presumably we’ll be having pasta tonight. Probably just as well: it’s hot and gummy outside. This way, we won’t have to go out in that stickum to fix a meal.
Hip hurts like the dickens! No idea what I did to spavin that joint. Must have rolled over oddly in my sleep.
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What an icky-sticky sky! Gray overcast with thick, spongey-looking clouds, sailing along ahead of what is pretty clearly a stiff breeze up there. Still on the ground: windy in the sky.
Presumably.
😀 Dawg is now conkered out on the bed. She’s already asleep! LOL! How does she do that? I’m still wide awake, and will be until well after dark. On the other hand…or paw…it could be that none of her hips hurt to high heaven. 😀
Anything’s possible, eh?