Today is dark and dank. Gloomy and wet. No, I’m not grouchy or complaining, I find the sound of the rain on my dining room skylight rather soothing. It reminds me of another life in another state way up north far away from here where the rains come far more often and of course freeze into that white stuff falling from miles above my head. Perhaps one day I will live there again. But I love desert life and scorching Mojave summers.