I'm sitting here listening to a sound I haven't heard in over eight weeks. Raindrops on our tin roof. Not a lot yet, but a few. With cloud cover to the west, maybe we stand a chance. For eight weeks we've watched it roll just north of us, never landing on our side of the ridge. Robert just left to drop off the mid-week market orders, the Monster is uncharacteristically still in bed at 8:00. I think this is going to be a short post while I sit with a cup of coffee on the porch and watch it rain.