I was just sitting in my darkened den looking out the window. The roar of the rain hitting my roof is almost deafening. I wouldn't believe it if with my own eyes if I didn't see car after car come driving down the road in this watery mess. They are all headed to the ethnic neighborhood to the north of us. Somethings just don't stop for nothing.
Will Charlie bring biscuits in the morning? That is the question. Charlie tends to be aloof about the weather and he may just attempt it. If he can't make it, then this is the first time we've ever missed Sunday morning biscuits out of all these years of this pleasing ritual.
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