If I don't get washed

If I don't get washed away on my way home, I plan to sit in my pajamas and drink hot chocolate all night. It's not actually cold outside, but it's dark and dreary and gray and I want to curl up. My class was cancelled because of all the rain! It's like a tropical storm without a cool name. Without class to think of, I considered going to the HARRA board meeting, until I realized that would mean driving 30 miles in torrential rains when some of the roads are flooded and there are a million other people trying to get home from work. So no-go on that idea.

Here is the bayou out my window on a normal day:

Here it is today:

I'm not sure I've ever seen it so full!