A little sun this morning, but then the clouds moved in. Everything remains squishy, and there is more precipitation in the forecast. Whitewater Creek is high on its banks.

None of us went outside much at all today—Sue at the sewing table and me in the basement workshop. And Pax is still spooked about going outside. But he and I are working on his phobia. No gunfire on meterologically unpleasant weekdays, so we can walk, and we take alternative paths, and we stop now and then to relax and enjoy life. In this town here is always some kind of odd sound every so often, but we are learning to accept them and to move on.