We got some rain this weekend. Lots of rain.

Lots and lots of rain.

My muse and I were beginning to wonder if we should have been building an arc and inviting all the neighborhood animals over two-by-two. On the news we learned about some people being swept away by a flash flood, and one of them didn’t make it. I think it’s safe to say we got more rain in these last two days than we did during the past six months. We needed it, because the DFW area is in a drought, but we didn’t need it all at once.

Right now it’s bright and sunny outside, and the temperature is beautiful, and at least for a little while all the pollen has been washed out of the air. By tomorrow, I’m sure, it will be back with a vengeance, and I’ll be sneezing my head off again.

During this rainy weekend I picked up a book and am enjoying it immensely. It’s called Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer, about a hyper intelligent 9 year old kid who lost his father at the World Trade Center during the 9/11 attacks. I can’t give it a complete thumbs up because, well, I haven’t finished reading it yet, but I have gotten 1/3 the way through and so far, so good. Great even. It takes something extremely well done to even hold my interest anymore.

Life is too short to force yourself to read a novel that doesn’t tickle you all the way through. Same with movies.