At ten this morning, my boss looked at the doppler radar and told me to go home, grab the cat, and head for his house. So I did. I grabbed what I could, but I didn't want to stay too long. I got Little Girl settled at my boss's house, and came back into the office.
Now, at 1:40, we are getting ready to close the office and get back to his house while we still can. Roads are becoming impassable and it doesn't look good.
I checked the rain gauge in my garden at 7:30 this morning and we had gotten 1.9". I emptied it. I checked it again at eleven and we had gotten an additional 2.5". And it's still raining.
The weatherman on the noon news said it's not going to be as bad as 2006 (when the area received historic flooding), but all you have to do is look out the window to know that he's probably full of shit.
Look. Little Girl and I are okay. What happens to the house, happens to the house. I do have flood insurance, on the house itself at least.
It's just the idea of having to go back home and start shoveling mud and ripping up carpets and ... oh Christ.
I guess I'd better buck up.