On Walden Pond in the Backyard of Mount Pleasant. Okay, Rain. Our Sump Pump is Getting a Little too Pumped on Its Steroids.

We've had a wet season. Not an icy or snow season, but a rainy one. I believe my sump pump has been running since Thanksgiving, and walking Karal around Stratford yesterday, realize many are experiencing the same (many who had their sumps fail and a bathtub of water in their basement). Been there. Done that. We are in need of a drier season.

It's hard not to go apocalyptic with climate change predictions, but driving to Walnut Beach today I learned that our beach go-to has washed away and there's not the sand bay that we used to have. Instead, it's water, creeks, and oceans mixing in anti-human glory. There will be much competition for the limited beach space this upcoming this summer (and I hear it is worse down south). 

We were supposed to get more rain last night, but it was lighter than the rain events over the past couple of months. Still, hoses are running from everyone's homes out to the sidewalks as water needs places to go. I've always hoped for beachfront property, but I'm too far inland. The rainfall needs to cease.

Yes, today is Monday of the week following Spring Break and that means back to the 14-hour days. I did catch up with he grading, besides the late work sent to me overnight. Ugh. I will get to it.

But for now, I'm going out back with a fishing pole hoping I might catch a dinner to grill later this week when I have time again to cook. 

Here's to the sun and its heat to dry some of this sludge. 

Congrats to all the Oscars winner. Let's hope such self-importance maintains itself in the future ahead where people will have time to celebrate entertainment and not worried about individual survival of their families and communities. 

And now for another work week.