Roundtop is encased in mist and rain right now. Last night was so chilly that I briefly toyed with the idea of turning on the heat again. But I resisted the impulse, dug out a sweater I’d put away a few weeks ago and tossed another blanket on the bed. That worked well enough, even though the temperature in the cabin dropped down to 59 degrees.
The reason it was so chilly is that the bedroom window is open a bit so I can hear the chickens squawking in case anything attempts to breach Ft. Knox. Normally, I close the window when I go to work, but yesterday, perhaps out of practice after three days off work, I forgot to close it.
It’s not just mist and rain that encases me right now. The leaves are weighted down by the rain, lowering sometimes down into my face when I leave the cabin. Even with a rain jacket I can’t keep entirely dry. In my darker moments I am tempted to buy a machete.
The rain covers the sounds of many of the forest residents, though perhaps there simply aren’t as many sounds as on clear days. I am not seeing the usual number of rabbits, raccoons, deer or even the fox as usual. Maybe they are hunkered down, waiting for the sun to reappear, as am I.