Sunday morning coming down...

Sky looks like hammered tin for the third day in a row. Was hoping the weather might clear enough that I could get some work done around the yard, but no dice. Rain’ll be rolling in off the mountains by early afternoon.

Banged out a few hundred words this morning while listening to the neighbor's dog bark a sad little arpeggio. Revisions weren't feeling as sharp as they should have, so I moved on, composing something new. Got a lot of stuff in the hopper at the moment. Some with potential. But you can only push so hard, you know?  It comes when it comes.