Another rainy day....

.... but that's not a complaint.  After months and months without rain, we need any and all raindrops that the weather gods give us.

I had planned to go into town today..... errands and groceries, and checking my booth at the antique shop...... but it's raining.  I almost hate to admit this, but I don't like taking my car out in the rain. I don't mind driving in the rain, but I hate my car getting wet.  Isn't that just the most ridiculous thing to say?  But it's true.  I keep my car very clean, I cover it even when it's in the garage, I never take the hard-top off and drive it with the soft-top or (horror of horrors) no top at all. (It's a convertible that has never been driven roof-less.)

To add to the rainy-day driving.... the speed limit here on the main highway is 70 mph. Ridiculous.  Mainly because if the sign says 70, then you know that most people are going 80 or 90.  I don't think I've ever driven this car over 65, and usually, I'm driving at 55 on the highway here.  Why should I drive any faster?  I'm never in a hurry to get anywhere.... I get to where I'm going and I don't see the reason to rush.  My husband hates when we go somewhere in my car, because I do the driving in my car and I don't drive as fast as he would in his car. "The speed limit is 70," he tells me.  I tell him that 70 is the maximum, not the minimum. (To which he's probably thinking She has an answer for everything.)

It was very cool outside this morning, after yesterday's hot temperatures and high humidity.  I'm wearing a sweater as I type... anything under 75 degrees here means it's sweater-weather, and I'm guilty as charged on that one.  The rain keeps falling.... I can't even hear one little bird outside, so I guess they're all hiding and staying out of the rain.  I sometimes wonder if there's a little barn-swallow party over in our barn on days like this, but I'm not going to walk way over there to find out.

One good thing about these cooler temperatures.... the bees and the wasps aren't flying around, and the scorpions are hiding under the rocks.