It’s a wet, wet, wet, wet Monday morning here in The Miami Valley. Karen Carpenter’s song, “Rainy Days and Mondays,” is on autoplay in my brain.

The thunderstorms began in the wee hours of Sunday morning and the rain was fairly steady throughout the day and evening, finally ceasing fifteen minutes ago, around 7:30 AM, Monday morning. Even when the full throttle of rain had paused, there was always a drizzle during those less heavy periods. I am seeing social media photographs of very high water and flooding from family and friends in Indiana.

This morning’s gray skies still hover and from my weather app, it appears they will remain with us for today.

It was a semi-productive weekend, much of it spent in bed with frustrating gut issues. However, I prevailed in accomplishing much in the way of research. Sunday’s lessons were remarkable and I love seeing not only the musical growth but the mental climbing and expansion of confidence. That is so satisfying and reassuring.

Today, I shall spend inside unless things dry out by early afternoon before I begin teaching. Perhaps some of my later evening lessons which are western states Zoom lessons can be taught from the deck.

Erma is not herself and this worries me. She began acting detached, last evening during a lesson, and though she seems better this morning, I can tell she’s still not back to her normal self. Wednesday is her 13th birthday.

My London Zoom call was only thirty minutes in length. The pooches are fed and my coffee and oatmeal are consumed. Chief is holding guard, stretched out in the open door to the deck where he can maintain watch over his domain. The Sisters and Erma surround the bed, napping.

Make it a great day!