It’s Saturday. Yesterday, which was Friday, felt like Saturday all day. House Managing a college graduation at Schuster Center, on Friday, did not help with Saturday from already lodging itself in my brain. Thus, today feels like Sunday.
The deck is much more comfortable than inside the house where heat feels trapped. At 3 AM, I thought one of the dogs was needing to go outside to potty. All five burst through the door and I followed them to spend a few minutes on the deck. It did not last as long as I hoped as the pooches were ready to return inside in under a minute.
Last night, I spent an hour Zooming with Lincoln History colleagues who have gathered in Springfield, Illinois to celebrate the life of Mary Lincoln. Historian and author Gerald Swick gave a fascinating presentation on Mrs. Lincoln’s young brother, George Rogers Clark Todd. GRC Todd was quite the character and served as a physician most his life.
Yesterday afternoon, I could feel the weather front adding pressure to my body. We are expecting rain later this morning and throughout the afternoon. Several friends from Central Indiana have posted photos of the rain that is moving through. My body’s radar has been nagging me and prohibited a good night’s sleep. Finding a comfortable position was impossible.
Summer Rain
1874 – 1925
All night our room was outer-walled with rain.
Drops fell and flattened on the tin roof,
And rang like little disks of metal.
Ping!—Ping!—and there was not a pin-point of silence between
them.
The rain rattled and clashed,
And the slats of the shutters danced and glittered.
But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-colored
With your brightness,
And the words you whispered to me
Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain.
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!
Make it a great day!
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