We're at it again. Rain, rain, rain and wind. The rain is fallin' and the Rogue is rumblin'
Will we reach flood stage? Won't know until tomorrow morning.
The warm cup of coffee in my hand makes it all seem Ok but the dream I had last night of being in a shelter still haunts. I'm way too far above the river myself, but so many of my friends and customers are right down there in the flood plain, especially my landlord, the Smiths. A little prayer for them all...
Typing of coffee, I'm reading an interesting book called "Uncommon Grounds" which has been pretty darn revealing. Who knew that coffee had so much history?