God, what shit weather.  It has been pouring down torrents since the middle of last night, and I don’t know when it’ll let up.  That, combined with gusts of blowing-the-trash-cans-over-strength wind, made me drive the 500 or so yards (or meters, same difference mostly) to Petra’s pre-school this morning, and even though we weren’t outside but a minute or two on either end of the trip, we were soaked through when we made it inside.  Before entering the school proper, I had to go into the bathroom off the hallway and sop the streaming water from my face and hair and even after that I was more wet than dry.  Same thing, in reverse, when we came home an hour later.  Delightful.

Later on, I took Lydia to town for a back-to-school (tomorrow’s the day!) hair appointment, and, if anything, the rain was coming down even harder then.  We did manage to find a space in the underground parking below the mall where the salon is located, so we escaped the rain then, but I did still have to drive in it.  For most of the trip home I was going little more than half of the posted speed limit, and we were still hydroplaning all over the place.  And other drivers were passing us every chance they got, of course.  I haven’t felt so relieved to pull into my own driveway in a long time.

Best of all (cough, cough), the tumble went out of my tumble dryer a couple of days ago, and I’ve got to hang-dry any laundry I wash.  If you’ve got any repairman-calling-back vibes to spare where you are, go on and send them over here if you please.