The rain and wind have finally kicked in. God, how I love stormy weather. Somehow you just feel very … alive … in the midst of a storm.

The weekend is going to be divvied up into going out time and staying in time. Lots of activities demand our attendance this weekend — the farmers’ market, a friend’s birthday party, a friend’s play reading (which we’ll actually get to on the right day this time). Other things we just hope to get around to — the Smithsonian’s Museum of American History closes for two years after this weekend and we have yet to make it to the Jim Henson exhibition. And the 3-month-old tiger cubs go public tomorrow morning. If it’s raining that means all the tourists will stay away, right?

The rest of the weekend I plan to lie around and listen to the rain and sip tea. Okay, yes, I do have a backlog of housework that must get done. But after that, I plan on reclining on the couch with a heap of books and my knitting bag. I’m currently knitting up a storm on the Daisy baby sweater and the latest pair of socks, with a few more projects in the planning stages. And I finished my last book Wednesday night, so a new one must be picked. Anyone have a great recent read?

Enjoy the weekend, folks. May the rain lull you to sleep.