I guess ole gal Frances got rode hard and put away wet-- she's in my basement now and I can't get her out. At least the yard is relatively dry--- now, at least. Cuz that's where she was a couple of hours ago till she slithered in, or was it slithering up from the rock bed. I already knew that's why we have dirt basements here, but it's the first time in 10 years it's been more than a little muddy slime down there and the appliances are all up on cement slabs.

She's in my pine-paneled guestroom too, but that's the roof's fault. Last night I had a just-before-sleep chance to show Hardi how to knock down wet acoustic tiles before they come bonking down on you when you ain't lookin'. Cuz Ah hate it when THAT happens!

Please, if you see Ivan before you do, tell him the guest rooms are already taken and he should head elsewhere to lay his wet head.

~S~