
Lots of rain out here, but no massive storm surge or whatsit. Seems as though that ninety year old coot who refused to leave Galveston Bay--the one who claimed God would protect him--sure broke the bank at Casino Jesus. Well done, old man, and may your remaining days be filled with glorious nyah-nyahing.
Tina's walloping beau did score one victory, though. During the storm, my older rabbit got the hiccups. He took refuge under an umbrella where he gradually recovered his wits.
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