Sunday, June 14
Sunshine woke me up at 6:00 and I looked out of the window. It was pouring with rain, and I realised that I was cold. I pulled the duvet over me and went back to sleep.
When we got up it was raining even harder, and the temperature had dropped to the point where it felt like late September.
Now I am sitting on the floor, removing some paw marks, and looking at the dresser that I painted white last weekend, or the weekend before. It definitely looks better.
Later in the afternoon Irma and I will drive to see her father. Other than that, and a quick dash that Irma made to the postbox to get the Sunday paper, nobody will leave the house all day.
Irma will have another Facebook phone conversation with her Nepalese friend, after she has discovered that a 200€ tent will cost 800€ to ship to Nepal. He will check and phone back to say that he can get a tent in Nepal, and we will agree to pay for it. Irma will point out that she could fly to Nepal to give them the tent more cheaply than sending it by FedEx.
The sky will get darker, the temperature will continue to fall, everyone will find something to read, and everyone will fight off the urge to crawl into bed.
It will still be pouring with rain when Naa has supper, and it will finally stop a few moments before I go to bed.