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On Sunday night, the weather forecasts were almost gleeful, telling us that the high pressure dome would shift and some rain could come through. There were little animated storm clouds on the weekend, and 60% chance of rain. It was painfully optimistic. The little storm clouds aren't up anymore and the most optimistic chance is now pegged at 20%. (But we might rejoice to have high temperatures of only 100, right?) It is sort of creepy and unsettling to watch the swirls of green on the radar evaporate as they come near. Like living in some terrible science fiction weather control story gone wrong.

I can't get any writing done. Writing anything fun or cheerful just stalls. Maybe I should give up and just write the story where everyone goes insane because there's no water. I just end up wanting to lay in bed and cry, or sleep until it gets dark.

My damned grocery store has held empty shelf spaces for weeks now. There's a sign that says jaffa cakes and no jaffa cakes. How long does it take to stock the damn shelf?