Wet

It did not rain much in the morning but it was too humid for anything to dry out.  Currently we are in the cone of predictable paths for hurricane Joaquin and thus in for another week of gray skies and rain.  This September has been a washout.  A minuscule jumping spider dangled from a thread over the table.  I induced it to transfer to my hand so I could take it outside.

Gulls were flying against the clouds and I glimpsed an egret going upstream.  A blue tail skink dashed across the steps.  The swallowtail caterpillars were still munching the rue. 

I heard thunder in the late afternoon.