It’s raining here, perfect sleeping weather.
When I was a boy, my dad tore down a shed that was made of old, old, oak planks. I took the planks and build a shack, I used old sheets of tin for the roof, which never seemed not to leak somewhere. I would hide out in my little shack and listen to the raindrops on the tin roof and read a book, just glad for the moment of peace.
Seems like today is a good day not to run around.