Morning all.
It's 45 here, with scattered rain. And by that, I mean dry one second, pouring the next, then dry again. It's like standing under a bucket of water that someone dumps on you. All or nothing.
Yesterday, I think I broke nature... I was out with the dog on a sort of narrow bank beside a pond. I was throwing sticks for her, and I grabbed this one stick that was about the size of a baseball bat. As I threw it, the ground I had been standing on started to dissolve under my feet, so I jumped back. As I sat there watching it, a channel through the side of the pond just opened up and water just poured out. It was still going when I left.
Apparently it was a magic stick.
--TK