301 days…

It’s raining.  A lot.

Apparently it’s the highest yearly rainfall we’ve had in 150 years … which would have to be fairly close to when this city was founded anyway.

I hate the rain.

Rain killed you.

and now it sees fit to flood my garage again despite the new drain.

I am hoping this water has fallen on the house side of the drain.

The entire yard is a mudpit.

As  is the basement.

and the mud smells.

I wasn’t expecting Christmas to be fantastic, but this flooding rain has made it a new and special kind of hell.

and you aren’t here to hold me.

I miss you.

I love you.