When I woke up this morning, I had a strange remnant of a memory of Jason telling me that the back yard was flooded up to the porch.
Surely it was a dream, brought on by my noticing the creek was up in the neighbor's yard last night along with the flash flood warning I'd seen scroll across the bottom of the TV screen.
But no, when I peeked out the bathroom window, I was greeted with this scene:
Esmeralda the Third was very grumpy as she spent the morning repairing her web:
Loki sez: Something looks different today.