In places outside my apartment, the water is running ankle deep over the sidewalks. The small river is about four feet wide, and perhaps two feet deep. It's like that on the streets in the neighborhoods. Passing underneath Mopac on my way home, the water was sheeting off the edge of the highway. I could barely see, and at one point the car beside me kicked up so much water I was blind. It was a very slow drive home.
The temperature outside is 68. Which is fantastic and unheard of for July, but rather wet. I wonder if things will flood. I don't think it will be anything like what happened in Houston last year, perhaps more like the Christmas-time floods about ten years ago.
I'm trying to chase down the proper paperwork to get my grades released in a timely manner so I can finish things here. I am constantly vexed that the world does not run on my time, because it seems so logical and simple for things to be done right now.
If the rain lets up, I might go down to Metro. I have a craving for ice cream and coffee and conversation.
The temperature outside is 68. Which is fantastic and unheard of for July, but rather wet. I wonder if things will flood. I don't think it will be anything like what happened in Houston last year, perhaps more like the Christmas-time floods about ten years ago.
I'm trying to chase down the proper paperwork to get my grades released in a timely manner so I can finish things here. I am constantly vexed that the world does not run on my time, because it seems so logical and simple for things to be done right now.
If the rain lets up, I might go down to Metro. I have a craving for ice cream and coffee and conversation.