Mushy Monday

My thoughts this morning are like an audio collage of all things rain.

In one part of my head, Supertramp is singing “It’s Raining Again” (and I hate that song) while in another Emma Thompson is repeatedly saying: “Stupid, stupid rain!” (From the movie “Impromptu.”) And God help me, but in still another part, the Carpenters are chiming in with "Rainy Days and Mondays." That's something I definitely don't want stuck in my head. AAAAAAARRRGGHHH!

And my Nano – ever the correct weather forecaster – has played in succession: “Here Comes the Rain Again” by the Eurythmics, “Rain King” by Counting Crows, and Peter Gabriel’s “Red Rain.” I ought to see if I can sell its services to The Weather Channel as I think it's right more than they are.

It’s all very appropriate. It rained on and off all night last night and has been continuing again since early this morning. In my mind, that brings out just one adjective to describe it: mushy.

The yard let out an audible “splurgh” sound as I walked across it earlier.

OK. Enough with the rain already. What I really want? A flip-flop. The buddy-taped toe is not going to last in this shoe. Somehow, I don’t think the flip-flop would be considered work appropriate. Even so, I still want it. It worked quite well at home.

Not sure how I’m going to make it through today, much less the rest of this week. I’ve got an idea though. We’ll see today if it’s a viable one. Stay tuned.