Here in a town mostly without modern conveniences like storm drains, the roads turn to lakes when it floods like today.  The deteriorating, unmaintained building is like a leaky sieve in the rain, but upstairs we’re mostly dry.  Funds are tight, but we manage to stay afloat.  See what I did there with the watery metaphors?

Speaking of high and mostly dry, here is a lovely Founders session IPA, guarded by Chloë the Fat Cat.  (Also an old-fashioned skillet cornbread I made yesterday.)

I was going to make a peach pie in honor of my son’s birthday (“we really do like pie”), but it seemed wrong to have to eat a whole pie without him, so I ended up buying one instead.  The logic is impeccable.  I was glad my DIL baked him a blueberry one.

Speaking of the weather and my son, I’m sad he’s been under it, and hope he can get on top of it soon.  😉  When he’s down, I feel more Eeyore-like than ever.