I love rain, and not just because it interrupted our hauling dirt from the window wells to the garden. It's such a nice smell, the rain mixed with the dirt smells and the fine aroma of bugspray... probably won't ever make it as a perfume, but to me, it smells like summer. So, with the rain coming down and Helen busy hiding under the porch table with Tony, there's time for me to check my emails and then go snuggle under a big down comforter and read a book, or look at the pictures I just downloaded from my camera - bliss (or at least one version of it). Plus, Dad, Mom, and Helen are going to be going to Redeemer this evening and eating there, so Naomi and I get to scrounge for ourselves. Well, that's about everything of interest I can squeeze out of this day so far.