Rain, rain, go away. Mr. Smith wants to play.

by chuckofish

Hello from wacky weather St. Louis.

And this social post was from Thursday morning! Also, who knew the National Weather Service has jokes? But yes, it has been cold, rainy, warmer, foggy, rainy, generally gross for many days now. Poor Mr. Smith hasn’t had a good walk in ages.

I had one of those work weeks where my days were filled with being added to long email chains six hours into the thread that required reading all the way back to the beginning to figure out what the question is. My work week was also filled with excitement like driving to work and having to pull over so the SWAT TEAM could speed past me in the SWAT van to deal with a hostage situation two blocks from my office. I am so glad I get to pay my 1% earnings tax for the privilege of maybe getting murdered on the way, during, or on the way home from work. I also spent several hours today discussing font size, so there’s that.

It hasn’t been all bad. This classic (!) was on TCM (!) this weekend and my mother and I watched from our respective homes, texting each other as if we were watching in the same room.

Yes, he does.

And this made me laugh. Literally my dream folder in fifth grade.

And I guess I should have done this.

Hopefully, the sun will come out next week. Or maybe it is time to stock up on ark building supplies.