The Storm Cometh

It's Oscar night and every weather station promises a big wet storm.

I went out and checked for rodent activity around the house and discovered small holes near the foundation in front. Grabbed my shovel and did the circuit. The wood rat that makes a nest in my car engine every other day has disappear. I suspect he or she is dead.

I got the wood in and broke up some fire starter. I will build the fire when I watch the show. I don't know why I even care about the Oscars, but I'm always missing it by accident, and I think how I wished I didn't.