I love waking up and hearing the rain and the thunder, opening my eyes just enough to see the flash and count for the crack, and drift back off to sleep.

My dog, on the other hand, does not. So I have had to sit up with him again, lest he drown the household in his anxious drool, a puddle of dog slobber outside the bedroom door to slip in barefooted in the AM.

Doesn’t make for a very good day for me, but i do get a lot of reading in. This morning it’s The Wee Free Men, fairly appropriate based on yesterdays post about sheep.

I’m going to be a bit disapointed when I’ve been all the way through Pratchett, but there have been very few disapointments. “Night watch” was the first one I had to speed through out of boredom, and then it was only twenty or so pages that dragged.