"The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey..."
(Funny how a song that came out twenty years ago can resonate for so long.)
Spent the past long weekend downeast, closing up camp during a torrential downpour. I think that between Deer Isle and Brunswick, they got something like 91/2" of rain. The ocean was wild, the wind biting, the rain constant, whether in sheets or drizzles. In a number of places, the roads were washed out.
Have been very low energy lately, so it was a very, very tough time. Am only sort of glad to be home, though.