Greetings, all you rain lovers . . . me, too!
Here in the Sierra foothills, an hour's drive north of Jonesie, it's a mess; a neighbor's black oak came crashing down at 1:30 a.m. and, fortunately, plopped onto the forest floor, no damage done. Ditto elsewhere.
This afternoon, a young woman in a hurry went like 50 down our main thoroughfare, passing cautious drivers who were observing the basic speed law. She passed them on the left, crossing the double yellow line. She got to the stop sign ahead of everyone else and received what was, I'm sure, the angriest honking at of her life from several motorists.
CoCo