I looked carefully at the weather radar, and the way the storm was moving, and concluded that it would be over by the time I got to work.

The only problem was that it started torrentialling about two minutes before I headed for the car.

No problem--I keep a tatterred emergency umbrella on the patio, and my shoes and socks were quite wettable for the puddles between the patio and the car.

I had the wipers on high for about half the drive, but the traffic was moving at a sensible speed and there weren't any speeding idiots among the traffic in which I was enmeshed.

The speed limit on the interstate is 70, and most everyone was driving about 60 instead of the fair-weather 80. But the rain lightened up as I got closer to the city, and by the time I got to Tulane it wasn't raining at all. (And my socks and shoes were dry again.)

(The giant cat is snoring. That's what he gets for sleeping on his back.)

It was a good day at work too--I finished up not one but two collections! I e-mailed the inventories to the archivist, along with the news that I'd see her on Thursday, and she e-mailed back that she'd have another collection for me by then.

I left early because there was nothing left to do and stopped at PJ's to have a cuppa and read the book I checked out of the library yesterday. It's probably worth buying, if I find one in the right condition and at the right price at Amazon.

The mail was primarily junk. I'm now paying 42 cents an ounce to mail letters, the post office is constantly saying it's broke, and yet I get so much advertising mail based on nothing other than the fact that my name and address are listed on voter rolls and the DMV. (Those two agencies insist on using my maiden initial rather than my middle name initial.) I'll bet the amount of junk mail would decrease if their rates increased as frequently as first class.

That was the rant for the day.

Time to watch Jeopardy.