I walked out of the house this morning and it was humid and 74°. After my granddaughter got on the bus, it started sprinkling… A slow misty rain that only lasted as long as the drive from the road to the house.

I’ve been sitting here for over an hour and it seems to have gotten darker instead of lighter. I just came back in from taking the photos above where I discovered that there’s still a light rain falling. And according to the prognosticators, the chance of that light rain continuing for the next three days is fairly pronounced.

With a dirth of television that appeals to me I find myself rewatching series that do. Last evening I pulled up the beginning episodes of the Lost Kitchen once more. This time Sherry decided to sit and watch with me.

Erin French has a compelling story. How she flew under the radar as long as she did is strange to me. Her food looks amazing, I’m sure it tastes amazing… But it’s the story that grabs your psyche. And whoever filmed the television series did a bang-up job of telling that story.

Her myth seems to resonate. Her story sucks you in. It makes you want to send a postcard to get a reservation that you can’t possibly hope to attend. But, such is the strength of stories and myths. We all have our own, stories and myths. Sometimes, the myth is stronger than the storyteller. And sometimes the myth grows with the voice and reach of the storytellers. I really can’t wait, though wait I will, for the next chapter of the story to see how the myth grows.

Well my laundry calls, my stomach is growling for breakfast, and my coffee cup is empty… So y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and pray… Pray for the storytellers, pray for the myth makers, pray that our own myths will find storytellers.

Enjoy your day, I know I will.