The DC area has been very dry this summer. The last I heard was that the total rainfall for the year is a foot below normal for this point. One consequence of the lack of water is that plants aren’t growing very well. My garden was a disaster this year, yielding only a handful of tomatoes and one stunted zucchini. (Note to self: use the hose and water the garden next time!) On the other hand, the grass has been dormant most of the summer and has probably been mowed less than half a dozen time.
According to the news, today was the 34th consecutive day with no measurable rainfall. That’s the longest period without rain since they started keeping records in 1871.
Thursday’s weather forecast called for a 30% chance of rain.  There were a few wisps of clouds today, but no rain worth mentioning.  Now they’re saying it’s going to rain all day tomorrow with a strong possibility of severe thunderstorms.
To be honest, I’d love to see some rain.  But they’ve been predicting scattered showers for a couple weeks.
I guess time will tell.

My handwriting lives by the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest is thoughts are travel a treacherous railway through the a mountain pass of my thoughts.

Every Each scratch mark Every revision is an abandoned line a derailed train of thought, not an absolute wreck, but a place where the co rails have buckled. Sometimes leaving a twisted, rusting hulk of an abandoned sentence. Other times allowing the train to go in a new, more interesting direction.

Oh dear. It seems I stutter on paper too!