That being a long way off, I'm assuming it's very tentative. I'd like to get more rain, as long as it doesn't bring a thunderstorm. The last time we got a big thunderstorm in May we ended up with wildfires stinking the place up all summer, and had to evacuate for three days. If there is not going to be rain without lightning I'd just as soon do without the rain, and spend the necessary money to irrigate the yard.
There has been a bird chirping loudly all day today. I don't know what kind it is, but it has a fairly complex song. It was rather pretty at first, but after a while it just got to be pretty annoying. The bird must be looking for a mate. If it finds one I hope they don't nest near the house. Avian offspring are usually noisier than their parents, and I'd hate to have something that loud ringing in my ears week after week. I'd soon start hoping for the feral cats to dispatch the baby birds, and then feel guilty for having such thoughts.
The beans I cooked yesterday turned out well, and I'm going to eat more of them tonight. Beans are one of the few foods I don't mind having two days in a row. As a rule I'm not a fan of leftovers, unless they can be turned into something quite different, but beans are the great exception. That might be attributable to my having grown up in Los Angeles, where beans and bean-based dishes, most, though not all, of Mexican origin, are an entire food group unto themselves. It is, after all, a city where one of the best known restaurants is called Barney's Beanery. We ate a lot of beans when I was a kid. I expect to eat a lot more of them in my old age.
And I've just made myself hungry thinking about them. I'll go eat now.