Like many parts of the States, we've had an awful lot of rain. For this part of western New York, it is the wettest May in 119 years. But we are nowhere near as bad off as the people in the midwest who are suffering devastating losses.
Our dock (above) is not supposed to be under the water. Ahem. We are hoping it will not break apart and float away. Meanwhile, naturally that pic reminds me of writing--about 40 pages into a new draft, feeling suddenly swamped, sinking, hoping the whole story does not break apart and float away.
Fortunately, there are a couple life preservers attached to the dock :)
Is the weather (real or metaphorical) challenging you these days?
