If only you could hear this rain

This is my view as I sit in one of those chairs made for two, friends' dogs on the floor by the ottoman where my feet are propped. My laptop is on a pillow and I'm writing, furiously, for the first time in days. I'm all dressed and ready to go to the Farmer's Market - still haven't figured out which one - and my new books were just delivered from Amazon.

I just looked up from my writing, having just heard the beginning of that wonderful, soothing, steady rain, and realized the scene was not unlike the view a friend and I had from the mountain cabin we stayed in a few summers ago. Only I'm not in a mountain cabin. I'm in a suburban house in Greensboro, NC. The coffee is good, the sounds are soothing, and the words are flowing.

It's hard not to think of this as a Pretty Close to Perfect Saturday. Hope your own is just as fine!