More rain. There's standing water in everybody's lawns and in the park. I've seen reports of a few fatalities; all so far seem to be in SoCal, where they have flood-control channels that become deathtraps. The lady whose house slid downhill for a block or so in Sausalito (apparently leaving its bathtub behind) survived. I saw Ms Whiskers again last night; she is even more full of hatred for me, perhaps blaming me for the rain. Otherwise, late buses, druggies and drunks, boxes to unpack.
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