Today is the first day in the better part of two weeks in which the sun has shone in Columbia for more than a few minutes.
Behold the current meteorological gorgeousness:
Being a pluviophile -- one who loves rain -- I am neither depressed nor disconcerted by wet or otherwise dramatic weather. Not even days upon days of it.
But then, I was barely inconvenienced by the storms that recently wracked our beloved Palmetto State.
Despite the thousand-year rain, flooding of Biblical proportions, and more than half of South Carolina being underwater, I am here to report that the Weber domicile is (for the most part) dry.
We lost power for all of Sunday and our sunroom took a hit flooding-wise, but that's the extent of it.
Many others did not get off so easily. My heart aches for them.
I would like to take this opportunity to say thank you to everyone all over America -- friends, readers, blogging buddies, even a family member or two -- who texted, called, or emailed to check up on us.
Your concern truly touched our hearts.
I'm going out in search of the half of South Carolina that is underwater. Don't judge me for saying I truly hope I see a floating casket. They will all be put back.
If I return unscathed, pictures will be forthcoming.
And that is all for now.