It's raining again. The drops are more like globules and they are coming down at a significant angle to the ground. Water's lapping at the curb in front of my house, and the begonias in my back yard are completely submerged.
This is the summer I really wanted to garden. If by "gardening" I meant "plant rice paddies" then I'd be in luck. Then again, I haven't had to worry about landscaping to cover my windows because all KINDS of stuff is growing willy-nilly where nothing used to live. I'm not sure what most of it is, but it's green and it's shady so I don't particularly care.
My lawn is quite green. I don't know if it's grass or mildew, though.
txvoodoo could probably tell us if this is the wettest June on record. I'd be willing to say yes.
More weirdness about singing happened today but I'm not ready to talk about it yet. Suffice to say that I'm borderline beaming and squicked.
Thunder! Sam is hiding under the bed and Toby wants to get out and claw whatever's making all that noise.
BTW, if you can spare some good-luck wishes, Larry has an interview on Friday for an actual teaching job. The kind that's in a school, has health insurance, and you get paid every month without having to beg kids to bring a check. They sought HIM out, which gives me actual hope. *hopes and prays*