Something Wicked This Way Comes

Like everywhere east of the Rockies this summer, rain has been the name of the game in North Carolina. Considering we've been in a drought for the past several years, a summer like this is to be expected.

Friday, it stormed during dinner in Raleigh, kindly broke up while walking to another location for a glass of wine but then opened up again on the way back to the car.

Saturday, in Wilmington, the rain held off, but left us sticky, confused about the time of day, and happy to find small reprieves.

This space (above and below) is called The Atrium and was a fun find. 

And this? Oh, this is just my (dream) house.

I went out for a long (ha!) run this morning. My goal was two miles. I completed said two miles, but, as before, by a mile and a half in, my right knee began complaining and its protesting got louder with each passing tenth of a mile. 

I think I have a problem.

I keep reminding myself about how grateful I have been and should still be for going so long without an injury. That I am not (as I have long known) invincible. 

But my fear is like the clouds plaguing my sunny Carolina - all pervasive, looming, and ominous. 

But ignoring the clouds doesn't stop the rain, does it?