Mrs. Tharg and dog have the same skill for dodging the rain that my DH has. Downpour + hail started this morning just as he ducked back under the porch after going to post a letter for me. Rain waits for me to leave the house before it starts – I can get drenched from a dry start in the 50 seconds it takes to go out and feed the birds.
I’ve spent the last couple of days, on and off, merrily rearranging my bookcases to make way for further Wimsey books. Choosing which to keep downstairs and which to take upstairs, who goes where and at what level to evenly load the shelves . . . Bliss!
(Of course, now my knees feel like they’re full of glass shards, but the Game was worth the Candle as far as I’m concerned.)