Nighttime storm, plus brief morning cloudburst. Twenty-five gallons in Geode alone. Fire ban still in effect, but the drought, I think, has been broken.

Pax is totally confabulated. A rough night last night, Mimi away, Pinebox offering succor and the world's tastiest kibble, and, all day, the immanent threat of just a bit more precip. He is away visiting as I speak.

The stack still stands, in spite of sturm und drang.

BLTs tonight with homegrown Ts and a side of beans.

Last night's storm was a slow mover. Pax sensed it when all I could hear was absolute silence, and all I could see out the window was a fine bright moon. Maybe half an hour later I hard the first faint rumble. Maybe half an hour later, the first sweep of wind blowing away the calm. And then, well after that, the first tentative rain.

All that time I was pretty sure that the rain part of the storm would fizzle out or go elsewhere—but it didn't, and when the rain came down it did so enthusiastically and for quite a long time.