recalcitranttoy | It is wet...

Oh yeah, is it ever wet. The dogs sleep downstairs in their crates, and each morning we let them out and they go do their evil business then go up the stairs, across the deck, and in the doggie door. Me and dah

dogpooh were rather concerned that they would drown today, so we let them straight upstairs, where some decided to venture out to do their stuff. What returned was not dog, it was not Idog, it was instead some series of creatures who looked like they escaped from my fish tank. Ick. Poor little drowned critters.

Last night was fun, with the

peanut_of_death and the

exsmof and of course the

dogpooh watching bad SF and sneaking out to the Old Brogue for dinner. Yummies. I had some lovely crab cakes.

Right now, you can't see out the windows between fog, condensation, and torrent. The electricity is still on, nothing has flooded (knock wood) and

calvinthedeeple says "Woe."

The powers that be have already canceled several things I was going to do tonight, likely wisely. I suppose I can use the time to do more house cleaning, so long as it doesn't involve going outside without my scuba gear.