Our windows and glass doors are all steamed up. Yeah, it's cooler outside than in. Autumn is coming on fast.
The rain drummed hard on our metal roof last night so our driveway was running water when Husband went out to get the paper. Later, when Fio took Sonia Dog for her walk, the precipitation had diminished to a gentle, British variety, but now it's cats and dogs again.
So much for the predictions of a ten-year drought. Fio thought by now, like the Anasazi when their time came, she'd be packing up her bags and moving to a wetter clime. Instead, because of the illogical weather patterns of global warming, she can stay put--at least for now.