The only way to describe today is gloomy. It’s pitch dark and raining steadily.

We are grateful for the rain, and so are the farmers; I know many people in the country would love to have it; our grass is still green and growing, and the sheep and donkeys are happy.

We got a lot this week. There are starting to be flood warnings.

My welcoming committee was waiting for me outside the shower as usual, and I couldn’t help but smile. They were in their usual formation, waiting for me.

Zinnia and Fate are grateful for a treat; they never demand one. On the other hand, Bud leads the way, barks, and insists on it. That’s the difference between a Boston Terrier and most other breeds.

Bud sees it as his right; the others see it as a pleasant surprise. I get to smile first thing every morning at the appearance of these three beautiful creatures. They turn a gloomy day bright.