Yesterday morning, Ray slept late and we didn't get to town until 11:30, when I met Becky for lunch. I got to ATL about 1, in time for the weekly staff meeting. Then I went to the writing workshop at 2. People really liked my piece about peas, which surprised me. It seemed on the boring side to me. The class was enjoyable. Some people wrote about more serious things, like the loss of childhood friends. 

Ray and I headed home; I visited the garden a bit, spent some time on the computer, made supper, and watched a little TV.  We let Cameron out to chase something and he didn't come back until this morning. I was worried.

Finally, just before we went to bed last night, there was a hard rain. I'm not sure it lasted long enough, but it's cooler this morning (48) and the garden looks happy for the moment. I slept pretty soundly and woke up when it was already light, from a dream involving teaching in an elementary school with Harriet. It took me a while to really wake up and I still feel a little muzzy.