Today, the price for staying up to watch late night TV is a scratchy eyeball feeling and clumsy typing using all thumbs. I was the designated driver for a trip to the eye doctor. All is well and we were back home by ten o'clock.
Earlier, at 6:45 am, the swale and driveway were awash with water with more coming down. By 7:30 am, when we left for the appointment, the only sign of a minor deluge was the slippery roads. Well, also there was the freshly washed world around the roads.
Post-appointment, as we made our way back into the parking garage to retrieve the car, we dodged, or strode through depending on who we are talking about, standing remainders of another deluge which took place while we were in the interior of a windowless building.
Not a drop fell on our persons. I hear thunder, though. We are going through another wash cycle pretty soon if the portents are right.
Mew is hiding. She is a better weather reporter than anyone on the talky-box.