Pouring down out here in the mountains.
Had to make a fire this morning with wet wood, as I forgot to cover the woodpile last night.
Nothing to it, just takes patience and a hell of a lot of cardboard.
Catching up on a myriad of projects today, household and otherwise.
R.I.P. Natasha Richardson. Met her once when Walsh did a staged reading with her years ago, seemed like a very nice woman.