Got Ark?

When we first moved to San Francisco we lived in an apartment on a hill in Noe Valley, and the wind would come roaring up the hill and rattle that lovely Edwardian building like no one's business. Now we're lower down and in a slightly newer building, but it's Wuthering Heights out there: rain, wind, bluster. The poor dog had to be taken out twice before she'd do anything more than cower (I mean, really: tail so far between her knees she could have taken it in her mouth and rolled down the road like an Armadillo with spots). The Girl Scout meeting for tonight has been cancelled on account of driving hazards. I--of course--have errands to do (this after driving SG to school, then taking Spouse to his allergy shot and chiropractor appointment) and was hoping to get coats for the girls after school. If we're not all floating downstream by then.

The Mantra is, of course: We Need the Rain. I'm not sure we needed it all at once this way, though.