“Ere the thunder comes the rain.” Socrates’ line in Wife of Bath’s Tale, right? Xanthippe rails, and when the great man gives her the dust-off, she dumps a piss-pot on his head.
Anyway, it’s raining.
It’s raining and the workday is all but over, and tomorrow is officially mid-week.
More tweaking on the hunter story this morning. It’s slowly finding its mark. Also finished Jim Hanna’s debut novel, The Siege. Hanna is a pleasant man and a fine writer, and I wish him great success marketing the book.
Have a copy of the Kenyon Review on my nightstand, waiting to be read. But now, thanks to the rain, I’ve got Chaucer on the brain.