I awake to a strange sound...

It's raining and sounds like a lot. Sounds like a soft spring rain, but hopefully it is a cooling fall rain, giving everything a good drink before the long dark days of winter begin. Yesterday before Mass Father Paul detailed for me how the little sprinkle we had had come from a hurricane on the west coast of Mexico. I suspect he watches the weather channel. He keeps a close eye on those things, he was brand new to Lufkin when all the refugees came last year after Rita.

I better leave a couple of minutes early this morning to prepare for anyone who forgot that you need to slow down a bit when it's wet.

Another plug for our TKD tournament this weekend, see full details at Master Olford's link on the sidebar.