It's getting quite blustery and hot out there. The cat has come in. Big news. The vertigo has settled in nicely, most of the time I am so seasick I want to puke. In a bright spark of insight I decided to get myself to an ENT exam this afternoon. And now I am entertaining the wild notion that all will be well. My prince will come and drive me there as I am prone to toppling over when I am not doing my drunken walk. 

Until then I shall wander into the basement and slowly move all of our precious valuable junk out of harm's way because there is a storm coming with prospects of very heavy downpour and as we all well know by now this could mean flooding. Not from a swollen river bursting its banks about half a mile down the road but from too much rain pushing its way through the sodden ground through the basement walls and up the drains. If it happens it will be the third time in four years and we still won't connect the dots. If it doesn't happen, well, life goes on and we can pretend for a while longer that this is just a bit of weather.