That was the rainfall total in parts of New Orleans and Metairie this morning. Some areas got only 4 or 5. All within an hour.

On the North Shore, however, we had some ordinary rain for about an hour after lunch.

I am not complaining.

But that's the way the rainfall often goes here--flood in one area, (almost) bone dry a couple of miles away.

And the hydrologists and others are trying to decide whether the Iowa floods are going to bring about another opening of the spillway. Lake Pontchartrain hasn't quite recovered from the first, but that's nowhere near the disaster if it wasn't opened. Most of the algae bloom that followed that first infusion of fresh water has died off.

Last night the raccoons ate only a little of the watermelon rinds. I guess they were full from scarfing down every little cat kibble they could find.

There were four of them (raccoons). I think, based on size, that it was Mama, Daddy, and two kids.

The possum had beaten them to the first serving of cat food. I didn't know the possum was there when I opened the door, but when I spotted it I apologized to it and quickly closed the door. It went back to eating.

I spent a productive afternoon renting PJ's AC and reading more of Jacquetta Hawkes' 1965 book Prehistory. It's quite interesting with the geological background to the ice ages and subsequent melts of the polar ice caps. The book was written as part of a UNESCO project for a "universal" history.

I think I'll get my hind claws clipped (and painted) tomorrow. I see my regular doctor on Wednesday and I'd like to have feet that aren't ugly.

Based on the Intellicast site tomorrow should be dry. Of course, that means it's likely to be wet the next day when I'm going in to work.

But that's the way it goes. Just as long as we don't get 6" in an hour around Tulane.