To add insult to injury, Sunday was the only semo-bright day - with even some sunshine - in a month of rain. I could have taken my new camera out. I could have gone for a walk. I could have, I could have... but the only day that I could have, the light hurt my freaking eyes. Double bleagh.
And now it's raining again, with a passion. In fact, the satellite picture is rather beautiful in a kind of blue and dangerous way:
We're under the butterfly. And my head still hurts.