Won’t Run in the Wash

Water, water, every where, 
 And all the boards did shrink; 
Water, water, every where, 
 Nor any drop to drink.

Or so said Samuel Taylor Coleridge in Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

Here , we’ve had a bit more water than we want . . . and they’re predicting more.

Today, though, is a different story.

Today is nearly perfect.

 

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Looking back, I’m not really sure where the title of this post came from.

I’m too lazy to think of another; we’re going with it.