(Zeus is angry)
(Terribly angry)Rest your minds, lest you fear that Chicago's been plunged under a 40-days-style deluge for its wickedness and shoddy public transportation system, and that J.A., the cat, and I are desperately paddling on a tsunamic lake Michigan. Our 12th story flood caught my attention at the kitchen table, suddenly aware that my feet were in a puddle of water. Apparently our building was being overwhelmed by such vast sheets of rain that the windows just couldn't keep it all out. What followed was a great deal of scrambling for towels, along with the sense of foolishness that comes from trying to make an expanse of water do our bidding.
And now we have a large stack of books, which I'm too sleepy and sad to photograph, ravaged by the flood as it came over the window ledge serving as a bookshelf.
An omen's an omen, and I must say I'm chilled by the sight of The Brothers Karamazov, The Aeneid, Being and Time, and a Tom Robbins novel (not a great one) in a state of wrinkly mush. Our neighbor's television is letting out a screech of a flood warning. I swear, if I see even a hint of a locust, I'm taking cover at St. Thomas'. Can holy water fight flood water?
"Oh, Dr. Pepper was originally marketed as a cure for impotence!"
Nothing much gets J.A. down, and he can't even swim...
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One of the reasons J.A. Is unaffected is because we used to strap him in the front of a kayak and systematically try to drown him, or strap him to a sit ski to see if he could set a new land / snow speed record. So a little a little rumbling by a deity is little concern to him. Now if the storm stopped the production of Dr. Pepper, then you would see J.A. have a crisis of biblical porportions.
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