Soft rain

Awoke to an unaccustomed sound, dripping and plashing; nice dim gray morning, good for a few more moments of warmth under the covers. The wet burned off, and we had sun for walks.
I've decided re-reading Lessing's The Golden Notebook reminds me of spending time with friends who are prone to processing everything in their lives at length. It's fine in small doses.
More zero birthday celebrations, with phone calls, cards, and a big bouquet of flowers from the young one in the house; a few more days and it will have sunk in finally.