The latest storm just petered out, leaving the day dull and uninspired. I ended up sleeping through more of it than I intended. Tomorrow might be more interesting, but for now my thoughts are flaccid and my brain groggy. I'm going to gather wool and curl up under it on the couch with my cat and a bottle of Guinness, and watch dull programs on the television. In fact I'll probably just go to sleep again. Maybe I'll dream of the rain that failed to fall.