A Week of Rain

I am off this week, and the weather has been miserable. We had plans to drive 6 hours north to Vermont to stay at a lakeside cabin. Since enjoying "the outdoors" would be nearly impossible unless you wanted to hike in muck, there seemed to be little to gain in going. If I would be confined indoors all week, might as well do it in comfort.

The week didn't turn out so bad. Quite restful even. There were even a couple of days cold enough that we had the fireplace going. I spent a lot of time sitting on my big armchair beside it, reading. With the dark skies and pouring rain, I honestly can't think of a lot of things I would have enjoyed more. With Billie Holiday playing, all that was lacking was the Laphroaig, in honor of John Rain (no pun intended), whose latest exploits I was engrossed in all week.

I had read three of the Rain books in the past, starting with "Killing Rain," followed by the first two of the series. This time, I got a copy of "Rain Storm," which I liked most of the four. I will need to get a copy of the latest installment, "The Last Assassin."

Great light reading. Why are there no John Rain movies yet?