Parts of the roof have flown off and lie on the grass below
(I refuse to believe the boy who is trying to convince me that it is banana leaves that someone ate in and threw out. No, I'm not stepping out in the rain to check)

Incessant rain seeps through my smoke alarms and softens my roof and thus the sky might actually fall on my head.

But instead of working, securing belongings, reading etc. I'm busy being the virtual social butterfly.

Today's absolute read is this:
Beating a Brazilian Path to India

and on that note (C sharp minor, if you must know) I'm out of here for a bit.