Rain has arrived in this parched parcel of Texas. Long, drizzly, soaking rains that go deep into the soil. It will take three days of this kind of rain to permeate the soil and it looks like we just might get those rains.
So it seemed like a good day to quietly celebrate Shabbat at home. I am not certain yet, but the beagle has finally decided that a rainy day is not reason enough to poop or piddle on the guest room carpet. It has taken a few years to accomplish that. But then, the inclement weather is continuing, so we wait with bated breath.
Kippur, the budgie, is yeeping and squawking with happiness. I don’t know what it is about bad weather that fires her up. We have quite a relationship. Her cage is right by my workstation where we can interact from time to time. Workstation. If you can call what I do work. No hairy eyed boss monitors my ‘work’, no time clock regulates my day, no bean counter measures my output. And that all is just fine with me!
Not much happy news on the newsfeeds. Some stupid teenage girls run off to join ISIS now wish they hadn’t. Too bad. Romance is an expensive hobby. They are now burdened with domineering husbands, babies and a life of drudgery. It’s their fate … not mine. And a local politician has gone negative in her losing bid to be the next governor. Seems that she just can’t run from her past.
The Large Hadron Collider is now being cooled down for a start early next year, after a two year hiatus of rebuilding to double its energy. Cool. Each particle it fires has the same energy as a freight train at speed. Makes me wonder what would happen if one of those supercharged particles got away from them.
And the blogs are thin today as the latest wave of dissenters pulled up stakes from blogger. Some returned, some are keeping both sites going, and a couple are gone. I am not so sure what this portends long term.
With all that, and actually more that is too complex to discuss here, my morning starts.