When I woke up this morning, the heat was on. It hasn't been on so far this autumn, and I knew as soon as I woke, and heard the low purring sound. It made getting up a delight, instead of a thing-that-only-grown-ups-do,-and-I-guess-I'm-a-grown-up,-so-here-goes. To step into the softly blowing warmth, weaving around my bare ankles, instead of the chill of the early morning -- lovely!
It's a beautiful day, too -- a thickly overcast, dull white sky, faintly glowing overall, without anything by which you could locate the sun, turn your head though you might.
Raining steadily but softly, plicketty-plicketty, in a way that you might think was negligible, but would soon soak you through. Glad I always carry an umbrella! In fact, there are three in the car right now, since I left the giant emergency umbrella in the back seat, and brought my everyday Klimt, as well as the small rollup stuffed in the side pocket of my carry bag. So I am ready.