We have had, comparatively speaking, very little rain in Nova Scotia this summer. The farmers are crying for more rain. So are the cottagers. My mother would love more rain, please.
I would love some more rain. It might break the oppressive heat and humidity around here. It is becoming increasingly hard to sleep at night. Newbie's fur is drooping precipitously. I sit around the house in my foundation garments as much as possible. Before I go to bed, I wring them out. Sleep is becoming a four letter word around here, and is obtained in brief, non-contiguous chunks punctuated by bouts of staring at the ceiling and praying to go back to the land of Nod.
I end up going to work half asleep and sitting in a relatively air-conditioned office. After marinating in my own sweat all night, and then the AC at work, I feel freeze-dried by the end of a typical work day. Then, I go home and marinate some more. At least I'm not a cat.
Patricia is feeling much the same way, except that she looks much better in her foundation garments than I do in mine. Same for Cindy Clawford.
I will sacrifice a goat. I will pray to Odin. I will buy stock in RIM. Anything to get some rain around here.
What would you be willing to do to get some precipitation?
See you tomorrow.