It's such a lovely morning, I was thinking about letting the cats out. However, checking the forecast, I see that there is a 50% of rain this afternoon. Meanwhile, Coco is whining at the door. I tell her, "If you didn't make it so difficult to get you in the house when I need to, I'd let you go." ... ... Great, Pamela Anderson is part of a campaign to get people to stop consuming porn. She inflates her tits and does everything to become a pornographic persona, but now she wants to be the Church Lady. She is 49 years old now. I guess she is not aging gracefully. When she was a smoking hot twenty-something, she probably would have laughed at such a Church Lady act. [ONTD] Daimon says, "Yeah, but you'd still fuck her." I didn't say I wouldn't. I'm just saying, if she doesn't think life is fun anymore, maybe she should pursue another interest, like, being against cruelty to animals or saving the earth. I don't know. Maybe it's the only way she can get attention now ... ... I thought I might have been hearing rain, but I couldn't believe it. But it was rain. Then I was thinking that it was a good thing that I kept the cats indoors, but then I remembered that I let them out because the forecast changed, clearing the day from any real chance of rain. At least Ash didn't want to go out, and Sammy was ready to come in. But Coco is nowhere to be seen. He usually spends the day dozing on the patio, and I wonder if he ran off to somewhere else that he somehow takes to be a safer port in a storm. Fuck. It's a hard storm, too, that could last a while. I think it is only superstition to check for weather forecast. They would have more success in forecasting the weather if they read tea leaves. And I was getting ready to slide into my nap time, and now I am all fucked up and anxious ... ... There she is! At least I was lucky in this: I happened to be looking out when Coco stuck her head out of that fence corner. The yard was flooded; she was not going to leap down into that. I took off my socks and ran out to her. We have done this before; so I was feeling a little confident, but it cannot feel like a sure thing. But we did it. I managed to grab her, and she wondrously refrained from scratching my arm up as I rushed back to the house. I never saw our yard turn into a lake that quick, in under an hour, and it has been a little while since the last rain, so that the ground should not be saturated. Maybe it will go back down quickly, provided that this stops soon ... ... I peep up from my nap. I can't believe my luck today. Pop is back - with Kay, too. He says she wanted to do some shopping in this area, and they are being a little economical by having sandwiches here. In mitigation, it sounds like she won't be spending the night, but, on the other hand, neither will he be spending the night over there but will be coming back tonight. I was planning on shaving today, figuring that I cannot take his weekends away for granted, and my beard and mustache is growing wild and bothering me. As it turns out, I get another lesson in how I cannot take these breaks for granted. Obviously, Pop doesn't like it at her place - no TV. ... ... Pop relates that the reason why he did not stay over is that Kay's brother is expected to come over early in the morning to fix her truck. He said, "I'm no early bird!" But I am afraid that he will never be in want of 'good excuses' not to stay over there, at least not until she gets a decent cable-TV package. ... ... Funny, within a couple of hours it is sunny again, like the heavens just needed to clear a bit of diarrhea out of its system. ... ... Ann Coulter is only a few years older than I am at 54. More surprising, she is six-feet tall. Wow, I never would have guessed that. Pi says, "Are you becoming a fan?" Daimon says, "Oh, he has always been something of an admirer, but at least he is not of her political persuasion." I just came across her Twitter feed today. She must save her best retorts and statements for her books. She mostly comments or re-tweets political news. ... ... Pi says, "Survey question: Are you mentally strong?" Mentally strong? Does that mean: am I intelligent? Or is it asking me whether I am emotionally solid? "I suppose you can play it any way you like." Well, I am obviously not so smart that I am a successful lawyer or a published writer with much better things to do with my time than answer survey questions on his online journal. Emotionally, I am not so solid that I have been able to make adjustments in my life to be an active part of community life. On the other hand, neither am I a moron nor a quivering mass of melting jelly. Exactly where in the middle of all that do I fit, I cannot begin to imagine, but it probably cannot be that impressive.