It rained here last night. Actually, that's kind of an understatement. It friggin' poured here last night with no end of blistering flashes of lightning and window-rattling thunder. Normally, I love lying in bed listening to the life-threatening weather. I don't know why, but I always seem to sleep better when Mother Nature smacks us around a bit. But, there's a price to pay for such blissful slumber.
When I stepped into the basement to get to working this morning, I had to stop and wonder if I didn't actually wake up to find myself in a WWII submarine movie. The only thing missing was a chain-smoking, grease-covered German named Dieter telling me that we are utterly screwed. There were puddles and ponds everywhere, and the poor dehumidifier just sat wheezing and twitching like a terrified mouse that's been backed into a corner.
Oh well... Today is apparently "Mop Day." And, in my world, that's a sign that spring is just around the corner. Yippee!