The skies finally opened up last evening, on our way to see R's new house. To be in a good position, in his life and financially, to buy a house these days, is quite fortunate, and he is justifiably happy about the whole endeavor. So, we piled into his car, and went to see. And on the way, the rain hit. Huge drops, heavy downpour making it difficult to see, then a minute or so of hail. Impressive storm for this part of the world. Moby hid in the back of the closet the whole time, only coming out when we got back, long after the weather had blown over, with some gentle coaxing. But he can't resist hanging out when friends are over.
He did spend some time in the dryer, though. He seems to find it comforting this week.