The traffic light was not working right at the south end of town, so a very drenched policeman (hardly visible, he was so wet, and without his coat with the reflective stripes) directed traffic.
Everything went well at the university...I spoke to two classes (long classes...hour and a half, I think) and also viewed a video the morning class had made, ate lunch with them, looked at their "aesthetic response" projects (which included the video.) Very interesting bunch of young people, and a fine day, all things considered.
Came home to find that the roof is leaking in such a way that my study ceiling drips right at the end of my desk, down to where the tangle of wires is, and there's a tornadic thunderstorm headed roughly this way. In fact, there are *two* propagating lines of storms--both strong--which look like they're going to meet overhead. That will make for a very interesting evening, if neither of them sheers away (they're about two counties off at the moment) so I may disappear for awhile into the hall with blankets and pillows. Baseball-sized hail (which one storm is producing) will make holes in parts of our old roof for sure.
But I hope to get some words done first, so....bon voyage or whatever.