Water log

It rained like hell today in Dallas, and while I'm grateful that I'm safe and didn't lose my car, I am a trifle irritated for the following reasons:

The "weather-stripping" at my front door does little to keep the "weather" from entering the apartment (my second-story apartment, I might add). I spent the time before work trying to keep the ever-growing puddle in my entryway at bay with towels. The damned things became soaked within 20 minutes, and as I don't have very many towels, I probably spent a fortune in electricity drying them in time for their next rotation. Eventually I had to go to work and leave my entryway in fate's hands.

My "garage" isn't so much a garage as a drainage ditch. When I got downstairs, my car was sitting in 4 or 5 inches of water. Water that I had to slog through. Water that left my jeans a sopping mess. This is unacceptable!

Like his mommy, Young Simon enjoys the rain, I think. He does not, however, enjoy thunderstorms or sirens. They're loud and scary. The poor little puddin' has spent most of the last 36 hours or so hiding in the bathtub. This too is unacceptable.

When I got home, the water in my house had receded, as had much of the water in the garage (but not in my parking space, of course). So I guess everything's fine until the rain starts up again sometime later this morning. At this moment, I'm extremely grateful to be a renter. A renter with renters insurance.

Speaking of mornings, I'm headed to jury duty tomorrow at the ass-tastic hour of 8 a.m. There should be a law against this. I mean, I'm delighted to perform my civic duty, but couldn't they start at a more reasonable time, like noon? Or 2 p.m.? You see, if I don't spend the whole day at the courthouse, I have to work the balance of my 10-hour shift on what will probably amount to two or so hours of sleep. Not that I haven't done this many times before, but still.