The same storm system that watered Dorothy's garden hit us in Stratford, in three squall lines spaced over the afternoon and evening on Monday. It was GREAT! Knocked back the stifling humidity, and we've had lovely cool evenings this week.

My elder brother and his wife are visiting us this week, taking in the local sights (such as they are) and the Stratford Festival, which is (of course) all about The Theatah and Culture with a capital C. I'm having a hard time keeping my tidying impulses under control as they strew newspapers and novels around the sitting room and leave damp towels where damp towels should never be left.

I might be on the brink of curmudgeon-dom. God forbid.