Rainy Days and Sundays

I said, "Wow. Honey, you have to come out here and see this." She came out to see this and said, "Wow!"
I said, “Wow. Honey, you have to come out here and see this.” She came out to see this and said, “Wow!”

I have been taking a few staycation days as things slow to a crawl in the newsroom.

Abby's rose bush in the front yard is doing great.
Abby’s rose bush in the front yard is doing great.

Yesterday turned into one of the rainiest of this spring and summer, 3.1 inches measured at our nearest Mesonet site. As a result, I didn’t get anything done outside, and didn’t even get to walk Hawken the Irish Wolfhound.

My wife Abby, on the other hand, having spent the last few days organizing some recipes, had a burst of energy and decided to make No-Knead Casserole Bread and Beef Noodle + Faux Beef Noodle Casseroles.

Abby labors with love to make a spectacular meal for us yesterday.
Abby labors with love to make a spectacular meal for us yesterday.
Bread and casserole: dinner is served.
Bread and casserole: dinner is served.

Thunderstorms rolled through and there were a number of severe thunderstorm warnings, and even some minor damage in town, but the Storm Prediction Center never issued a watch of any kind, which I thought was odd.

Abby and I enjoyed her meal, and put up quite a lot of leftovers.

We are binge-watching Season 12 of Criminal Minds.

Hawken is an outside dog, and there are several places he can get to stay dry, but got pretty wet and looked pretty ridiculous. He was bone dry this morning.

After the rain, I took a towel out to dry off Hawken the Irish Wolfhound, and he instantly decided it was a toy.
After the rain, I took a towel out to dry off Hawken the Irish Wolfhound, and he instantly decided it was a toy.