Rain is clattering down--a cold, cold rain that is somehow not sleet or snow. It's supposed to rain like this for much of the day, and I am glad I got my grocery and yard chores done yesterday because this weather is not charming. Thank goodness for heat and lamplight and large cups of tea.

I'll be at my desk again today, grinding my way through the editing stack, maybe finishing it, if all goes well. I'm figuring on soup for dinner tonight, corn chowder possibly. I need to plan for next week's high school session. I'd like to fidget into my notebooks and see if any poems are hiding there. 

Meanwhile, the rain, the rain.