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This week we received a lot of rain here in Central Pennsylvania. Much flooding. Besides me emptying the dehumidifier more than usual, nothing serious here on Mount Molumbia. Traces of water around the French Drain in the dungeon.  Everything has that moist sponge feel. You know, the condition that the kitchen sponge usually exists in...unless you leave for a week and return to find it dry as a bone? Then, you have to re-animate it with some H2O. Keeping me from complaining are photos of California Wildfires. Like Noah, I sensed that I could head out of the Haus on Thursday on my Trek bike after a while inside. As an aside, it rained so much that my brake pads rusted onto the rotors on my car. When I go in my car on Friday to drive to a microbrewery in Southern York County--I had withheld from doing the trip until the waters had receded so as to not get stuck in a flash flood, turn around don't drown type of deal--I put my car in reverse and pressing the gas pedal, the old