A Drizzly Sunday

I looked at the weather forecast yesterday morning -- cloudy, but with zero percent chance of rain. "Oh, good," I thought. "I can take Olga to the Heath."

It proceeded to rain all morning.

Seldom is a forecast so far off the mark.

I spent a few hours on the couch, finishing a novel -- "Fates and Furies" by Lauren Groff, a fascinating and somewhat terrifying depiction of a marriage -- and catching up on other reading. Olga lay in my lap and stared at me with pleading eyes.

Finally, once the drizzle stopped right after lunch, we went to the Heath. It was a mud-bog. I don't know if you can see the path in that top photo, but it has been layered with sticks by people who were trying to give it some kind of foundation. In many places the mud nearly sucked my shoes off my feet.

Olga loved it, though. The two of us were out all afternoon, and it was canine bath time when we got home. She's still exhausted.

Last night Dave and I continued with "Transparent." We're well into Season 2, which required us to buy an Amazon Prime membership. They sucked us right in! In the past I never saw the need for Prime, but maybe now that we have it we'll use it. It's an experiment.