We had a medical appointment for Belle, and then we went looking for a contractor for a remodel. Found an Oriental buffet for lunch. Just now, we were sitting on the back porch watching thunderstorms pop up around us. Belle declared Happy Hour, an ancient and honored tradition in the Deep South, when the weather sends you indoors during the late afternoon.
Who am I to quibble with tradition? The thunder is rolling outside, and we have a cool place to shelter.