Only because I had an essential errand that couldn't wait, I finally did get out this afternoon. I happened to open the garage door at exactly the moment water was starting to pour underneath it, so I re-dug the trench I made last winter. I'm no longer as amazed by the engineering as I am by the timing. Another hour and I'd have had big problems.
The storm must have kept some people off the streets, because as far as I could see the traffic wasn't as bad as I'd feared. Of course, I couldn't see very far, what with the rain pelting directly at my windshield. A few people made stupid maneuvers, changing lanes to try to get an advantage, but there weren't many. And nobody got much of an advantage, because most of us were trying to stay alive.
The Boss and I had been working all morning on getting a bid package ready to ship. It has to be in San Francisco by Monday, so I took it to the friendly little FedEx store. I covered everything with two layers of plastic, and I got it all the way into the store without letting it get soaked. That turned out to be the easy part.
One sheet had to be notarized, and while I was pulling the pages apart to find it, I was dripping all over everything. I left little puddles on the counter, and I learned pretty quickly that wiping it off with the sleeve of my nylon jacket wasn't a solution. It's the instinctive thing to do, but it just made it all worse. Plus, I was splattering the other sheets and smearing the ink. At this point, I wasn't really caring much any more. I just wanted it all to be over, so I could get home where it was warm and dry.
So I took a step back, ripped off the jacket and threw it on the floor. Finally my friendly notary took note of what was happening. She took everything off the counter and wiped it with a paper towel. That helped.
By the time I'd walked across that parking lot to my car, I was drenched from head to foot. I was even wearing a hat (and I never wear a hat), but my hair was wet, my glasses were streaked, and my shoes were soggy. My Levi's weighed about ten pounds with all the extra water. I made it home and changed into dry things, but the feeling lingered.
Meanwhile, I didn't get to the gas station, so I can't go anywhere. Not that I intend to, not in this mess. (I hope there isn't an emergency.) And I didn't get a haircut, but no one's going to see me. I didn't get groceries, either, but I think I'll survive. I plan to settle in and stay as dry as I can until at least Monday.