Power out this morning, but am on grid with major hospital so power on quickly, but running late. Needed to run downstairs to my office to get some stationary for a note to a lady who has been very kind to me and I stepped into six inches of water. Got undressed, made some calls that I am running really late now, grabbed some clothes out of the dirty clothes hamper and somehow ended up with shorts on inside out and a shirt inside out and backwards, with my wellingtons and a wet vac, trying to get the sump pump to work. Took a couple of hours, got some work done, a new deluge of rains came, sump pump not working, walked Sweet Pea in the rain for the umpteenth time, slipped and fell, my dog walking umbrella has holes in it, but regardless, it was on the porch and got blown around, landed upside down so when I opened it over my head I got drenched anyway, opened the mailbox on the way back and a bug died inside with an bunch of ants living off of it and white crawley thingies, so I threw the mail in the street as I screamed. Then, I laughed!
I think I fixed the sump pump.
But, I had a groovy time yesterday with the Hippie Type! And, I poured myself a glass of wine a while ago, but forgot about it. Gonna drink it and collapse, I think.
I feel badly for Metro Atlanta. There are a lot of homeless people right now.
I always drool over the beautiful clothing and accessories in that catalog when the weather gets cooler. 
