Come Hell or High Water, Or Piglet Starts Bailing

Well, the torrential rains have come again. I've been soaked to the bone twice in the last three days. Paul, meanwhile, has yet to get wet. Such are the horrible whims of the rain gods. At least, they've been pumping the canal behind the apartment. They do it pretty regularly during the rainy season, but the water level seems to rise surprisingly quickly. Still, they left all of the equipment set up tonight, which does not suggest optimism for a sunny day tomorrow. It's a real shame too, because I've finally gotten around to planning a beach vacation--a proper one, at Kending, too. I hope the weather dries out a bit by next Sunday because I can think of nothing crueller than my hard-earned beach relaxation being marred by rain.