Fascinoma

I have been writing lots on other projects and so not letting myself blog for fear of confusing the Muse. But I have noted, as we precipitate into Fall in a handbasket, that for the last few days, here in the Imperial City, there has been a very odd tendency for it to start raining at precisely the moment the sun breaks through. Just now I noted the latest iteration of same from the more-windowed top floor of the Ministry . Just what it means I couldn't say, but back in my youth some of the most dixified gals would say it happens when "the devil is laughing."

Verily, I believe.