The whole town remains damp, even though there has been no rain all night. As much as I've enjoyed the rain, and as pleasant as the woods and fields look when wet, I'm ready for some sunlight and dry air. I'm beginning to get achy from the damp, and achiness is bad for my concentration. Aging has its disadvantages.
I'm going to filter community journals off of my friends page for a while. They've been nabbing too much of my time. Commenting more and posting less makes me duller than usual, even to me.
Sleep. Busy afternoon ahead, and no time of my own.