It rained. I spent the morning in the basement sewing room, every light on against the gloom. Washed and pressed the new fabrics, yummy browns and dark reds and greens to go with the other Civil War fabrics. Ordered more books from the library.
In the late afternoon, dashed out in the rain to get our daily geocache, near home. And just like that, the rain stopped and the sun peeked through the clouds. Just for a moment, but that's all we needed.
Home again, I read, curled up in my favorite chair by the wood stove. Quiet days can be the best days.