Listen to my Sweet Pipings, John William Waterhouse
It never rains in Southern California, except for when it does–and chaos ensues. I rolled out of bed and hit the road about 5:30 this morning so’s to be ahead of all those people who don’t know how to drive in the rain. Traffic was busy already, but I made it down the northbound 405 in one long wet swoop, glad to not be farther north where an accident had backed up traffic or farther south where an accident had backed up traffic, or to the east where an accident had backed up traffic. It’s banana peel Friday on So Cal’s freeways.
Not much to say at the moment–did good work on A Lamentation of Swans, but forgot to write down the new count, will update the bar tomorrow.
Um, I hate to confess this, but I’m about to cheat…