I went off to the store to get a few things thinking that since it had been raining for a week and since I was tired of it then it was over. Not!
I love those folding baskets.
After I was loaded I noticed a little water in the parking lot and the solid down pour that was occurring.
It's a cool 75 degrees in sprinkles as I write this and I have just had nearly a half pound of SWMBO's (she who must be obeyed) homemade macaroni and cheese for lunch. It's the real thing. When I have it leftover for lunch like today I have to bring it into the bus to fix it. You see I like it fried in a hot skillet until the room is smoked up and the bottom is black. That causes a lot of one sided conversation in the house sprinkled with snide smart aleck remarks and swearing. I then mix it, add cayenne and parmesan cheese only this time I skipped the cayenne as she had added an adequate amount. I am sufficiently full now, my cave is sufficiently smokey and with the resonating Celtic drums in the background I am nearly ready for a nap. This is as civilized as I want to be.
Why you may ask would I be so foolish as to go out in inclement weather. A very good reason I would answer. We were about to be out of toilet paper. We take it for granted until it's gone. When I stocked my boat for a Pacific passage I was once asked why I had so much T.P. I ask that person in exchange which they would rather have a thousand miles at sea, a stack of twenty dollar bills or toilet paper.