I think we're catching the edge of what is left of Katrina, the last few sputterings as she dies.
The house is quiet, other than the sounds of storm, and I have a kitty sleeping on me.
In a couple of hours, there will be activity and chaos. If we lose the rain and it becomes dry enough to work outside, I will be doing block work; otherwise I'll be working on lighting and props. Barb will be attacking the closets, and Sasha will be doing whatever Sasha does these days.
I do long for these moments when the world sleeps, and I can have a few moments of quiet reflection.
Then I wanna get naked and dive into a pool of college coeds.