This morning when I arrived at work, I saw two cats huddled under a car taking shelter from the rain. They looked at me expectantly, as if to say, "Are you Noah? Strange. We were expecting a beard."
This rain has got to stop. Our carport is flooded. Our back patio is wading pool that may soon be higher than our slab. I have seasonal affective disorder. My Mexico tan has faded to a pale that self-tanner can no longer remedy.