The Rain Outside

I moved the trash can out of its original place as the rain outside is strong enough to fill water in it and be carrier of disease. The view of the mountain is harsh and makes you think of days when you just badly want to go outside and find a spot in a coffee shop and read Simenon. I miss being excited by a Simenon. The last time I read it I almost wished I'd never actually finish Maigret's Christmas. I'm almost finished with The Big Lebowski. And I now have to buy more bottles of alcohol for my stove.