When the Rain Comes ...

First big fall rainstorm arrived here last night, wind, some branches down, inch and three-quarters rain so far today, steady enough to soak you before you get the dogs half a block.

Funny critters, my dogs. When it is drizzling, they will stand at the back door looking up at me as if I've gone mad–You don't expect us to go out there and pee, do you? And when I shove them outside, they will crab along next to the house under the overhang to find a spot to whiz. Yet walking leashed in a pouring rain doesn't seem to bother them. Probably because I have to go with them ...

Water is over the pedestrian bridge at the creek down the hill, and over the road on 150th, though I've seen it much deeper.

Warm, fortunately, mid-fifties, what they like to call The Pineapple Express, a low that sweeps up from the South Pacific and drenches everything; better than being buried in three feet of snow, by my lights. Hundred percent chance of rain today and tomorrow, dropping to ninety percent on Wednesday ...

Well, there you go. Welcome to the Pacific Northwet ...

And, oh, yeah, our forty-sixth wedding anniversary, too. Yeehaw.