It's been raining since Friday night. Three straight days of this nonsense. The weather dude said if this were snow instead of rain, we'd have fifty inches by now. I don't even know what the hell that even means.
What I'm reading: "The Anodyne Necklace" by Martha Grimes, which is number three in the Richard Jury series. "When Autumn Leaves" by Amy Foster. Lynn's letting me borrow "When Autumn Leaves" and though I've only read two pages, it has a definite Alice Hoffman vibe.
I need a butt-load of sleep and a long, warm vacation.