It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. And he better wake up, cuz he’s gonna be wet pretty soon. We’ve had a lot of rain here in Chicago the past several days, and that tiny little river that lazily snakes through Judson–well, it isn’t so tiny, and it isn’t so lazy anymore. I think it dreams of taking over the campus. Right now it’s flooded the front yard of one of the dorms, and the basement of my dorm is flooding. There’s something that makes you feel kind of powerless when you see all that raging water.