In Like a Lion...

I woke this morning to the sound of thunder. The rain has been coming down for days. We are creeping closer to our annual average, but still below where we need to be to remove the "drought" label from California's status report. Snow is falling in the Sierras, hushing the patter of rain with which it alternates.

For those of you who are also concerned about my grandma, let me say that she is not well. She is now much less well than she has been.

Like the time between the lightning and the thunder, this is a quiet and apprehensive time.