The Common Era Two-Thousand Fourteen, May, the 8th Day

I am awake again. What a disappointment. I prefer to sleep because in my dreams I am a blood sucking fiend. What?

I complained yesterday of the paltry amount of rain. As if in response there was a bolt of lightning about two hours after sunset (22:00 mountain daylight time) that produced a clap of thunder so loud that it set off car alarms. There followed a steady heavy rain that continued as I shut off everything practicable and went to bed. Now I am going to survey how the alleged yard (weedy wasteland with gravel, the BBC could almost film here) and the little house came through it.

More later after tea and oatmeal.

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The sun came out briefly this morning. It has been a semi-sunny day. Not dark and gloomy, but not fully sunny. It makes me think of California.