Jean-Pierre used to say we lived on the only hill in Washington. Not true, but it sure seemed like it when I was a smoker. 16th Street gradually runs up, so there is presently no flooding near my house.
The rain has been something to see, the entire sky whites out and all you see is vapor as this stuff hits objects. The rain doesn’t manage to cool anything off either, the humidity keeps us all soaked even if we have an umbrella.
I’ve been summoned for Jury Duty, again. They never take me, don’t know why they keep trying.