Another gray northern Vermont day of on-and-off rain. This morning and early this afternoon the temperature seemed mired in the mid to upper 40s (this is June 16, mind you), the house got chilly enough that I had to turn on the furnace. Once I did that, the outside temperature shot up ten degrees. Since shutting the furnace off the temperature outside has been gradually sinking to its earlier levels. Hmmmm.
Tossed a bunch of things into a pot of chicken broth, it's all simmering away on the stove. Weezer's green CD is playing on the stereo, the view out every window here shows a thousand more shades of green, greens that will look much happier when the sun returns.
A gentle, aimless Sunday (sunlessness notwithstanding), nothing much to report. Not right this nanosecond anyway.