Exceptions to the rules

it started sprinkling as I left home this evening to meet a friend for a stroll around downtown SLO. Ah ... no big deal, we'll be ducking in a store or two anyway. The visit, a little shorter than either of us preferred, came to an end about the time nature's tears were more persistant, along with a strong breeze. Timing is everything (once again). I needed to be home to check in with Pa- for meds, fluids, munchies duty. If I dallied any longer ... would be thinking about him constantly anyway. All was well in hand on my arrival & I sat downstairs with him for a while to visit & watch some TV. We could hear the chatty taps of the rain against the windows. It was loud enough to interest little kitty who sat, in a near-hypnotic trance, atop the window sill for nearly a half hour. Come time for his last med ... I wandered "back home" and closed up my design studio.
Therein lies the exception. I love to listen to the rain. I love being in a quiet, comforting, light subdued space, alone in my own creative thoughts. Under the majority of circumstances .... this would be my first choice at such a moment. These are usually the nights I am still cutting, clipping, fashioning, positioning, & gluing late into the dark hours (or wee ones of the morning sometimes) - but on this particular evening .... my Captain is away on business and I feel his absence. During the daytime, and including the early evening, it's nice to have "unaccountable time" ... when I lose track of the clock. When I do what just seems natural to do at that moment, without schedule- but when the skies are black, & it's time to shuffle pops off to bed, check the locks and fold down the bedding .... that's when I notice the emptiness of the nest. Without the in-person "goodnite my love" ... it's the exception to the stay up late, craft & design, relish the solice, rule. So this particular rainfall, was less appreciated than most.