And then the rains came

I just spent an hour outside, fixing a roof gutter that got separated from it's partner -- the elbow, or whatever might be the technical term. I made a tourniquet with a Ralph's bag, and used my clippers to cut back the brush.

Wherever the rain has been hiding across our country, it has come out to play in my backyard and brought friends.

I'm drenched, to the underwear. To under the underwear.

California may get the benefit of climate change, though we're not particularly prepared for the off-season monsoons. And whatever late spring rain we receive will be at the expense of other thirsty places.

It's weird. Isn't it weird?

I saved the gutter and lost my clippers -- they got caught in the flood somewhere, but I never did like them anyway. A gift from someone, so I'm glad they're gone. Another incidental benefit of climate change.