Summer solstice rain, doomsday prophecy, and a cup of coffee: A Foreword

Woke up this morning to the sweltering heat of the ruthless summer sun. Made myself a cup of coffee. Mug was half-empty when rain came down in torrents. Crazy weather. No wonder some people are driven half-demented these days.

Effects of rain on arid brain, as my poet friend puts it.  Someone's already predicted the end of the world. It's this coming weekend.

In the meantime, I'm creating a blog. Might not be too late. I gotta do something to kill time before Time kills me.

Talk about poetic justice.