This is not meant to demean the folks in Iowa or Indiana or anywhere else where they have real problems, but as I was preparing to start preparing for a presentation for our study group Sunday night on Noah, I walked into one of the downstairs bathrooms and found it flooded. It took ten towels to sop up the water (the small rug was, as they say, ringing wet and weighed ten times its usual weight. I cut off the water, but needed more towels, although this morning it seems to have dried out.
I felt that I had been the butt of a divine practical joke. From now on, I will choose my subjects with more care.