It's raining here.  People who are not from this part of Texas might not understand the implications of this, but let me assure that too much rain in too short of a time is NOT a happy thing.

Shortly after I moved here in 1998, there was a huge, major flood.  Not fun.  I was out of town, but my house was okay, although I had to show ID to get into my own neighborhood because the National Guard was keeping people out of my subdivision because the homes on the river had flooded.  All and all, it was quite a "welcome to town" that Mother Nature gave me.

That's why, in 2002, I didn't scoff when people started to freak on the second day of rain.  When I saw people in my subdivision moving out of their homes, I understood why, and didn't chalk it up to an overreaction.  Their moving out proved to be wise... that flood was significant, too.  I posted some pictures of it at the time.  Amazing.

So today, I got up and went to work.  It was raining, and apparently had rained all night.  It continued to rain all morning, and my coworkers started to get antsy.  Nobody was working, and our Internet connection slowed to a crawl as everyone began streaming radar loops.  "I heard they closed Purgatory Road!"  "The Loop is closed!"  "There's water over the Common Street bridge!"

See, before our homes begin flooding, our rivers overflow onto the roads.  I live on the other side of the river from where I work, so I started to get nervous.  We closed the office at noon and I headed home, but was thwarted, because I couldn't get across the river.  There are five river crossings between my home and my office.  The highest one was closed, so I went to my mother's office and killed some time there.

I finally made it home at about 3 o'clock, and plan to use this extra, unexpected time off constructively: I am going to take one heck of a nap.

Despite all this rain, I wouldn't wnat to live anywhere else!

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