They said it would clear, but it's raining again

Well, what they said was 'Forty per cent chance of valley rain and mountain snow showers,' actually. I think it was raining when they said that, and it's been raining on and off most of the day -- gentle rain, but grey and miserable all the same. The general cheerfulness of things is not improved by the amount of frost-killed foliage around, either.

(I think the title quote is from a book of my mother's, a dilapidated paperback entitled 'Yet More Comic and Curious Verse,' which I spent far too much time reading in my youth. It does not appear to be googleable.)

Undone not done yet

I'm at 14,278 words, and I have no idea how many more this thing needs, so no nice meter graphic tonight.

Louise is surprising me by not being the epitome of sweet reason, for once. In fact, I get the distinct impression that she's a little annoyed at both versions of Harry right now.