But I recovered from the shock and remained awake. Later, when I went out to feed the feral cats their unexpectedly early meal, Farah rubbed my leg and meowed and cavorted happily. She was probably thanking me for ending the rain. She'll be unhappy when it returns on Friday. So will I. I'm heartily tired of rain. But now that winter has officially begun, we're that much closer to its end.
A happy solstice to all, and to all a good night.
