I’ve been hearing distant thunder all afternoon. The storm finally made its way here, and it’s a good one. It’s raining so hard, the trees across the river are hazy. Poppy has been napping for almost two hours now. That’s usually her limit, but with the rain falling on the metal roof, she might be down for another half hour or so.
There’s a wasps’ nest outside one of our windows, and the little beasts have been slowly infiltrating the apartment. Marsha T. Cat has done a valiant job dispatching them — she’s on the prowl as we speak — but I still think I’m going to have maintenance take care of the nest.
I read over the sewing machine manual today and was left quite overwhelmed. So I looked up basic sewing classes in the area. If one of them fits into Rockford’s schedule (so he can be home with Pi), I think I’ll sign up for one.