May 23

We woke this morning to the sound of rain on the roof, a surprise after yesterday's summery weather.  The sky remained gray, and both Sarah and I found it difficult to relinquish the covers.  We stayed in bed until nearly ten.

Naturally the animals complained at our tardiness in attending to their needs.  The dogs looked as us askance as we tended to our own business before taking them out to do theirs— on leashes, of course, lest the thick mud stick to their paws and become a permanent part of our interior decor.  The chickens complained loudly as we made our way into the coop with the feed, as if to ask, "What kind of a place are you running here?"  Even the goats voiced their dissatisfaction.

It's not much fun working outside in the rain.  Aside from the chill of the wind across the valley, the mud sticks to everything.  I elected to do office work instead, tending to the needs of my clients.  Sarah spent her morning in the kitchen, baking bread.  I knew that without checking, for I could smell the friendly smell of bread rising.  I'm sure she'll serve it tonight with chicken soup for dinner, a warm and comfortable meal for a cold, wet day.

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