and the sun broke through the clouds

It was a dark and rainy night . . . (at this point Janny Poo is probably rolling her eyes -hey, I never said I was a writer type person).

I raked, it rained and sort of spit snow. Now, it looks like I didn't rake. Is there a lesson here? Don't rake.

It's fall. Cool, cloudy, sunny, cold, rainy, snowy-all in one day.

The van is back. They couldn't find anything wrong. They have no idea. Me either. The van stalls. Why? Who knows.