The rain storm (calling it a "rain storm" is akin to calling a Bengal tiger a “cute kitty”) raged into the wee, small hours of the morning (there's that song again), lightning and all. I swear I heard elephants and giraffes and hippos walking two-by-two past the RV.

In the morning, we looked out the window and saw a lake. We had six or eight inches of rain puddle, about 40 feet across. We couldn’t get out of our entry door, so we had to go in and out of the RV through the driver’s door (only flooded on one side, thank goodness). We went up to the office and switched sites.

Now we sit here, in a new site, in the middle of an afternoon thunderstorm (now, when I say “thunderstorm”, don’t think of those little, namby-pamby Palo Alto weather anomalies that the entire eastern seaboard laugh at, think of “HOLY CRAB! The sky is opening up and the world is ending!”), waiting for me to get over this cold.

That’s right. No Colonial Williamsburg for us today. Again. However, we did get tickets for a witch trial tonight, and we went in and saw that. Very interesting, and I didn’t collapse. Oh, the witch was acquitted.

Barbara went grocery shopping today--while I stayed back with my bonbons--and stocked up on everything in the store. But we’ll probably need it all, because with my cold we’re likely to be here a while—unless we float away with the ark.