Rainy days with Sandburg start with a hot shower, since that’ll be the last time he’s warm all day. He has more layers than a cake—tee-shirt, thermal, Henley, flannel. Then two pair of socks and the waterproof boots I bought him the Christmas after we met. A lined raincoat and off he goes.
The best part of rainy days with Sandburg are the end, when I can strip off the layers, shove him under a hot shower and then cocoon him in fleece and curl up with him under a blanket. Yeah, rainy days with Sandburg are my favorite.