Soggy Squirrel

Munch, munch, shake...munch, munch, shake.  Gaylord wasn't letting a little monsoon interrupt his dinner of seed soup at the Back Porch Cafe.  I, on the other hand, had no desire to drive through it with the possibility of flash flooding along the route.  I called the theater and she changed my ticket for this afternoon so the tradition of a midsummer Christie play will continue.  Our temperatures plummeted too so it will be a much pleasanter day all around.  Gift#210: a big change in the weather.