Here Comes the Sun

Before I get started, I'm sorry to have to tell you that I won't be writing about the little guy any more. I've done my best to keep his identity a secret for his privacy and safety. However, long term, I'm not going to be able to keep him safe. Rather than put him at risk in any way, I just won't share about him. This breaks my heart, but it's the sad world we live in. * * * * * Here Comes the Sun I wish! It's been raining here on and off for five days so far. When the rain is off, though, it's still cloudy. Densely cloudy. Which means no sun. Some days it feels like the dead of winter when it's dark by 5:00 in the afternoon and still dark at 6:00 in the morning. I feel like I'm living in a cave. I turn on every possible light in whichever room I'm in, but the rest of the house is dark, dark and more dark. I can't bring myself to leave lights on in empty rooms. And the wonderful shade trees we have outside block the little bit of light that is actually out there. Those trees are essential for surviving the summer without making the electric company co-signers on our checking account. Before the trees matured, you could grill a steak on our roof. Without a grill. But on dark days, I come close to chopping them down. The weather report this morning predicted more on and off rain. A rather clever way to absolve the meteorologists from any responsibility, don't you think? There are three hurricanes lined up to hit the east coast, an while, thankfully, I don't live in the direct line of fire, so to speak, we will certainly be hit with related storms. One line of the forecast made me want to stand up and bang my head against a wall. "We probably won't see the sun for the next seven days." A little while ago I realized that I was unconsciously humming a bit of something over and over. When I paid attention, it turned out to be the Beatles song, "Here Comes the Sun." Please!