I went to bed last night still wretched about Mike and got up this morning feeling emotionally hung over.*   At least it rained.   I woke up at one point and listened to the hammering on the roof.  Thursday night rain is especially welcome because it means I don't have to water the garden(s) on piano-lesson-and-Sacred-Home-Tower-Bell-Practise day, which is always quite fraught enough, especially when I'm trying to finish a novel.

            Because of Mike** I didn't get to the piano yesterday.