It's raining, so I'm bloggin'

Here I am keeping watch over the blogosphere and catching up on the jihadi news.
It's raining here on Cape Hatteras Island. I woke to the crash of thunder and lightning strikes across the ocean. The weather channel says 80% chance and the radar looks like it may blow out after 3:00, so we can go in the pool later. It's only going to be 80 so I think a good long soak in the hot tub, (conveniently located on the middle deck) may be the order of the day.
Thursday is pasta day, so it's good to be around the house and watch the sauce for 7 hours. I'm going to employ my niece's services for a few hours this morning and go gift shopping and pick up Romano cheese. She'll have to stir the sauce every 20 minutes and make sure the dog don't get into trouble. Taking him outside won't be a problem because he don't go out in the rain. He's such a pampered pooch. And that brings me to yesterday's beach excursion. Once all nine of us were settled in our sandy location just south east of the lighthouse, my dog began his wild panting. We rigged up a little tent for him to escape the sun and relax, but he didn't. My sister-in-law and I decided, after 45 minutes at the beach, to take him home. He's not a beach bum. After a 40 minute drive back to Salvo (we went to Buxton, the beaches are nicer) Hershey was back to normal. He's more of a pool pup.