We’re entering the phase of afternoon thunderstorms, when the day can turn to near-night almost instantly and a deluge appears seemingly out of nowhere. (You know the saying about spring showers: April showers bring May flowers, and Mayflowers bring smallpox.) I get a little nervous this time of year: our basement likes to flood, and while it’s never happened while we’ve been gone, I know it most likely will at some point.

Today, though, all we had to worry about was K getting in the house semi-dry.
