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Rain. Rain pouring in sheets. Whipped into white froth across the roofs. The wind came first, thudding and knocking, like an impatient guest at the door, then the rain as if some giant hand had emptied the mother of all buckets above the house. I know that this is just a small taste of what some in our country are dealing with right now. My sympathies, every one stay safe.

We had plans to go to a movie with friends, but not sure the power is on at the movie theatre. We’re on a generator since we had the winter of a nearly a week without power, followed by a summer bout of about the same duration. It seemed like every strong wind and we lost power, so we powered up. It was a good investment, and on days like today, it earns it’s keep.

I kept waiting for the storm to slack long enough for the dogs to go out, but finally put the rain coat on, and out we went. It wasn’t so bad. I’ve been wetter. I actually wrote the story of how I was the wettest from rain that I’ve ever been, but I deleted it. Why? It’s too bitter, too dark. The rain has finally stopped here. The sun is out, and it’s turning out to be a beautiful day. I’m going to go out with my husband, and have some fun. I’ve brooded enough this morning. Let it go. Sometimes I think that’s what I need tattooed somewhere that I can see it at a glance. I’ve got it sticky noted above the desk, but some day’s I think something more meaningful might work better. What’s more meaningful than carving it into your skin? Okay, if not meaningful, then at least committed. Committed to the idea of letting it go. Letting what go? If I wanted you to know the answer to that I wouldn’t have deleted the rest of this post. Let’s leave it at that for today.