But Austin--some parts at least--got measurable rain. Some places within 5 miles of us got measurable rain. We didn't.
At fencing tonight, everyone sat around DRW's house eating pizza, talking, trying to "fly" planes on a computer...and not fencing because the yard was too wet.
Our driveway was bone dry and dusty when I got home.
Well, with the clouds most of the day, we didn't hit 100. That was good.
It is in the dry times that I remember Pindar's First Olympian Ode: "Best of all things is water..." he starts out, and goes on with Pindaric gloriousness, but to anyone in a dry country, that first line rings absolutely true. It is indeed best of all things, the water of life by which all things survive.