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Thinking of how much worse for those in the South, these unusual - for them - storms are.

I was up to my wrists in clay, in the middle of the first pot after doing a bunch of clay prep, when the phone rang. Answer phone without drowning it in clay! R forgot the papers I copied last night. So I changed clothes, jumped in car, managed the bloomin' parking machine with the help of the guy who needed it next, and took R the papers.

I sat in the court room thinking they would soon break for lunch and, eventually they did. Then I realized I had not won the battle as I only had gotten until 12:17 and it was already 12:35. I dashed back to the car and -WHEW!- no ticket, put more time in it and rushed back to the courthouse. Searched all over for R to no avail so I came back to the house. He had had his phone off. As I walked up to the door, my phone rang; he had thought to turn his on and saw I had called.... I had really been looking forward to having lunch with him -otherwise why would I sit through a bunch of French... Oh well.

So I got a bunch of exercise! Now a bowl of veggies and maybe I will feel like getting back to the abandoned pot. Maybe not...