Again with the Rain

Summer storm season is here. By that, I mean it's wherever I am. Apparently, I brought it back from New York with me. Last Wednesday, I left the office with my Wayfarers on, and walked home in bright sunshine, thinking to myself, what are those morons on the Weather Network talking about? It's not going to rain! 10 minutes after I got in the door (for once, I was lucky), sheets of water started falling from the sky.

Seriously.

An hour later, the lobby ceiling in the other condo in this generally lovely complex, which my friends call Cabrini Green, because the elevators break so often, partially collapsed when a storm drain broke. This left both buildings with no hot water Thursday morning. Great. I discovered this at 7 AM by sticking my leg under running water I assumed to be hot. The shriek I let out woke me, and probably a few neighbours, up.

There was no way I was taking an ice cold shower, so I just stuck my dirty hair in a pony tail, doused myself with perfume, and went to work. Hey, if it was good enough for the court of Versailles...

Rain follows me everywhere these days. My lemon tree is not impressed.

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