Greetings from Lake Janet. Here in New York, we just had the second highest rainfall recorded, and the lower level of my apartment was flooded all day. My friend John came over and we valiantly mopped up 40 or 50 gallons of water, but it was seeping in from the walls, so we were basically trying to mop up Brooklyn. (John said the water was so deep on the streets downtown that when the bus door opened, water came in.) Fortunately, I don't trust basements (don't look at me that way, basement, you know you're an abuser!) so I only lost a few books and pictures which shouldn't have been on the floor. Still. When we finally gave up and ordered a pizza, a potentially much more life threatening situation presented itself--the TV kept turning itself on and off. Sounds crazy, but it did. Whatever breaker was being tripped finally calmed down in time for "The Amazing [but not last night] Race". My only hope that some good will come of this is the sight of several giant drowned centipedes--hopefully, their life cycle was disturbed. Now it's back to working on my taxes. The deadline's coming up, right?