Wet

Things switched from frosty and chilly to wet and rainy today. It rained and rained and rained and ... without ceasing, though not too heavily. It was all a bit miserable, though, and not really a day for much going out.

I did cross town later on, going over to Carl's place for a pleasant evening of food and chat and TV, ending up with Francis Ford Coppola's The Conversation. I thought I knew this reasonably well, but it still managed to work some magic, even if the pace was a bit yawny at times. (To be totally honest, we didn't watch it all the way through as it was broadcast, but set it to record the final forty minutes or so for catch-up tomorrow.)