D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Well, the deluge appeared. Luckily I emptied the bucket in the back porch last night before setting off for the bus stop (I had to negotiate some large puddles, but the bus was on time, to my surprise); it was less than half full, but it was almost full up this morning. A lot of wind overnight, too, as advertised: the bottom-weighted sign marking the store's parking spaces blew over with a great crash, the door opened wide a couple of times, once with a whooping howl (I really don't know what the Wild Hunt would want with our customers, much less our stock, but ok), and it predictably rained in Booth 1 so I had to move somebody.

D.O.P.-T.

And today I trusted the forecast too much—high wind and heavy rain watches to end at 10:00, followed by showers and occasional wind gusts, it said—and walked the dog in a cold downpour that shows no signs of abating. She led me around the back of our usual route and we got a fairly good workout and reentered the house looking like a pair of drowned rats. After toweling her off I drenched myself all over again feeding my coffee grounds to the compost monster. We ran into a single other person, a jogger who had apparently decided to combine exercise and shower.