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.
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.