Too Much Of A Good Thing

The rain just keeps on falling. It starts, it pours, they issue flash flood warnings, it stops, and then they cancel the warnings. 'Til it starts again. From drought to monsoon, one extreme to the other. We could have used some of this precip during the last two months when everything was drying up and turning brown. All at once, it's just too much. There is such a thing as too much of a good thing, not that there aren't some things you can never get enough of. A wet, bedraggled, and smelly dog walking an equally soaked and bedraggled -- and cussing -- human is not one of them. And my humidity-sensitive hair still looks like hell. And I don't even care. Praise God and hallelujah to whoever invented the scrunchy.

It's Thursday, which means that at the end of the day I'll have completed my first week back at work post-injury. It's been good, not too busy and not too boring. And on the 30th, I'll get a really decent paycheck -- which is what it's all about.

They hired a new receptionist while I was out and promoted the old one to a more responsible position. She's now sharing my office, and we get along great, so this is a good thing. The new girl is very young and a little flaky, but I think she'll probably do okay. She needs to learn, however, when to speak and when not to. We were all nonplussed the other day, for example, when she announced, apropos of nothing, that she "knows everything" because she studies stuff online just for the hell of it.

So, anyway, it's ... Thursday. Enjoy yours!

And now I'm going to try working a little sympathetic magic via music and see what we can do about all this rain.