Rain! Rain!

All that planning. All that scheming, all those lists! Did I remember to build an ark? I did not.

And now I'm up to my keister in mud. If it keeps up like this the washes are going to be running by nightfall. Normally I wouldn't care, but my landlady's coming for the long weekend. Mud we can deal with; I'd just go get her in town with the Jeep. But if the washes run ... well, that would be bad.

Oh ye powers! Ixnay on the ainray!