It rained a lot today.
Our driveway flooded.
Our ponds flooded.
I didn’t know we had this many creeks.
Texas is swampland?
These bridges are doing a lot of good.
Isn’t our neighbor’s pond lovely? Oh wait, that’s normally dry land.
Our meandering stream that’s dried up for most of the year.
Is that really how a dock should look?
It definitely shouldn’t look like that. (Yes, it started floating away while I was on it. I had to splash through a bit of water to get back to shore.)

Anyway, I love days like this. Even if it did ruin our road. Can you tell I’m stalling to keep from working on my NaNoWriMo novel? I only need ten thousand words, but they’re going to be dragged out of me kicking and screaming.

Charlotte is going fine. I gave up counting at the end of every row when I realized that I hadn’t yet come up with the wrong number, except when I counted wrong. Of course, on the next row I got to the center and had the wrong number left to knit. I looked back over the whole row and everything was right, so it must have been the row before. I’m marveling at the irony of it and about to begin tinking out that row when I glance back at the center and realize…. I wasn’t to the center yet. I still had several repeats before I reached the center stitch, and I did, in fact, have the correct number of stitches. I’m so weird. And spazzy.

(I heartily apologize for my excessive use of pictures. But hey, I had fun walking out there taking them; somebody else ought to see them!)