I managed to get to the chiropractor without being soaked, and I even stopped off at the market to get a couple of potatoes, having discovered that the two I had in the bin were sprouting roots. I'm thinking about baking one of them. This might be the last chance I get for several months to use the oven without overheating the house. I wish I'd remembered to pick up some sour cream, though. Baked potatoes are always better with sour cream, but I guess I'll make do with butter.
84 degrees predicted for tomorrow. That's quite a leap from today's pleasant 68. It probably won't take long for the sun to dry out the ground again. I probably shouldn't expect much greening even for the back lawn. It sure was nice to see summer get its arse kicked, though, even if only for a couple of days.