It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents–except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)
English dramatist, novelist, & politician (1803 – 1873)

There it is, the often parodied quote, “It was a dark and stormy night..”. and tonight, at least here, it is.  But for me, no worries, home in bed with a cup of tea and  a stack of books and a book light too, in case of power outage.  Starting The Elegance of the Hedgehog tonight, finally.  I’ve had it about a week and am  just now cracking the cover.   I also have a few others in case I can’t get into it right a way.  The first sentence was enough to make me want to put it down for a minute, but I’ll give it a try.