Rains.

When it rains like this, I can't help thinking about how the basement of 315 must be flooded, and smelling like death from not being mopped up the last time, and the time before that. I waited as long as I could for the rain to slow, but I was out of food. Poor planning.

At 9:30am yesterday morning, there was a parade on my street. It was a parade of little league teams, each with their own battle chant. Go Tigers! etc... That's what woke me up; the sound of pre-teen voices rising up in team spirit. I just stumbled around, repeatedly looking out the window in a state of dazed disbelief. I made my way to the living room to get a camera, but by then it was too late.