(That’s what Louis XVI wrote in his diary on the day of the storming of the Bastille.) Much quieter here all day.

Substantial rain for many hours last night. Not exactly raining stair rods, but still, a significant amount of moisture. And now I don't have water the garden.

Late afternoon trip to the dump (where the dumbstruck was stuck in the mud), and then a walk on the east side (of Mudge Bay), from the river out around.

On the east side, looking back across the bay, with more rain in the offing.