And with that, the rainy season began.
Yeah, it’s rained a couple of times since I moved here in May, but always a very short little drizzle. Tonight, it’s raining for real.
Still, it’s not really cold, around 55°, so there’s still little Christmasy weather in the offing. But it does give me a good excuse to a) check my gutters, and b) make some hot chocolate — maybe the creme brulee vanilla chocolate that Sara sent in a housewarming care package. Yum!
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