The Lord told Noah there's gonna be a floody floody

This has been a long, strange week.

Spring in Virginia can be very changeable.  The weekend's heat and humidity gave way to rain on Tuesday.  A LOT of rain.

Tuesday I cashed in the Living Social voucher I had at the Dreams Day Spa in Williamsburg.  (The website plays music.  You've been warned).

On my way home, feeling all loose and relaxed, the sky opened up.  And not like a nice gentle rain either.  It was tropical storm-monsoon-ish.  I drove through puddles that I was a little afraid I'd drown in.  Thankfully the car survived the trek.  My shoulders and back didn't.  Needless to say, all the work that the nice woman did was completely undone.

Adding insult to injury, it continued to rain (but not quite that hard) up until.... right about now.

Misty's not happy.  She hate going for walkies in the rain.  The upstairs has been papered in pee-pee pads for a week now.  The novelty has worn off on all of us by now.

Today I'm working from home.  My work load decreased significantly during the summer.  My workload on a Friday in the summer is incredibly low.  It's nice to be able to work from home, and between tasks throw some laundry in.

I have coffee in my hand, sheets washing in the washer, and a puppy standing by to follow me wherever I go.  Life is good.

And a brief change of topic alert

Is it weird that I have sheets that coordinate with the seasons?

• my winter sheets are flannel
• my spring and fall sheets are light colors
• my summer sheets are dark colors.  We stop putting blankets on the bed at that point and it seems vaguely hospital-like to have white sheets and no blanket on the bed.

That was your weird fact about me for the day.