It Never Rains But..

Monday afternoon and I'm thinking of building an Ark. It's raining so hard that the garden path has become a small stream.

I went to visit my little Cessna aircraft at its farm strip home this morning. There's water up to its brake discs and doubt I could taxi it out of the muddy swamp it's sitting in, let alone risk taking-off on the grass runway, where my feet sink up to my ankles.

Nothing else to do but stay inside and write about security. You'll find Part 2. of my security report below.


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