We don't normally have rain in the summer. When it does rain, it's so humid we're miserable. This is considered a Mediterranean climate area. Wish I had a nice apartment in San Francisco in the summer, though. It gets beastly hot here in the Valley.

Today was a very productive day, but the "guest" room still needs a lot of work. Rena is coming on Thursday, probably for a week, and her room still isn't fit for occupancy. And I'll be gone all day tomorrow. Maybe I can get her to help by letting her do the shredding while I do the filing of stuff that should have been filed...oh, I don't even want to talk about it!

There's an accumulation of boxes of various sizes because I didn't know what size box I was going to need for various mailings. Those have to be disposed of. If it stops raining for a little while, I can dash out to the dumpster and get rid of a lot of stuff.

I found out that the trunk of my car leaks, so there's some stuff that needs to be rescued and dried out. But it's pointless to open the already damp trunk (boot to you British-English speakers), when the rain is pouring down. Eh?

I wonder where all the energy came from today? If I could figure that out, and tap into it, then maybe my place wouldn't look like a tornado visited.

Ah, well, I've been a slob for years.

Shalom!