The original point of this column was to complain — bitterly, I might add — about the recent rains.
The rain that flooded my basement early last week.
The rain that poured down in buckets near Chattanooga where I spent an otherwise fun weekend.
And Wednesday, what did we get?
Here’s my checklist: more dreariness, more cold, more flood advisories — more rain. By quitting time, my sorry, soggy soul was saturated.