Dreary, cool, and rainy. A grilled-cheese-and-tomato-soup kind of day. I went for a long walk in my rain boots and got soaked and blown around. My hat kept flying off my head. I would have preferred a nap.
Possum spent the day more sensibly: catching up on sleep. He's exhausted from helping me with my writing assignment at all hours. He says I have no affinity for contemporary art. He thinks he knows everything, just because he knows more than I do.