Back in the '50s, Fats Domino used to sing "Blue Monday." Somehow Soggy Sunday just isn't as lyrical, but was more appropriate yesterday. Cole Porter's "Night And Day" came to mind with the "...drip, drip, drip of the raindrops...." And drip they did, until Nature imposed a penalty for her show of weakness and sunshine the day before and opened the floodgates and we were deluged to the point I wondered how big was a cubit to build an ark.
It was also a good day to finish a book I'd been carrying around in the truck to read while waiting for doctor appointments. That plan hadn't worked so well because the offices are much more efficient than in the past and there wasn't much waiting in the waiting rooms.