Sue was halfway through her morning shower when I heard the dreaded words, "there's no water!" Sure enough, the ground fault receptacle in the pumphouse had become faulty, and that necessitated a trip to Mindemoya for a new (non-ground fault) receptacle.

Then, late this afternoon, just as I was about to take Pax for his run, the rumbles started, and we ended up having a good old fashioned wave of storms. Real duck drownders. What was once getting pretty dry is now pretty wet.

J and ME for dinner of Burt Farm ribs and then some Sequence. Pax lying low.