D.O.P.-T.

It took two nights of heavy work, but I got the entirety of a huge box of lingerie labeled up and fitted onto the racks for sale. At dawn I shoved the flattened box out of the back door, prompting what was either a New York-sized rat, a nocturnal squirrel, or a kitten to scarper out the back of an old soda machine that the restaurant has left propped against the fence, and plop over into the backyard beyond.

Then I came home in really peculiar light - cloudy and fuggy, but I could see the observatory domes on Mount Hamilton lit up in the early sunlight - and started the sprinkler in the backyard ... and it started raining.