Glorious rain!

After about a month of drought, we finally got a good, twelve-hour, soaking rain yesterday. Everyone I talked to was thrilled with the prospect of not watering the yard. One friend reports making up a rain song on the spot, which he and his kids sang in celebration.

After hearing the news this morning, now I know where all our rain has been going. Laguna Beach holds fond memories for me, of trips to visit Miss Tammi; what a gorgeous place. On NPR this morning, one resident described her house as a "small cottage." I wonder if that cottage isn't pictured in the news link above, because all the houses make my own moderate dwelling look like a shanty. But I guess all things are relative in the world of over-priced real estate.

Changing topics, I had a dream the other night that my job was expanded from tending the school web site to also maintaining and preparing frog brains and other embalmed animal parts for biology classes. Everyone was mad because I apparently was supposed to have set out trays of fleshy animal bits in time for class, and I had totally forgotten.