Santa is lucky he can fly....

It’s been raining continuously for 24 hours. Weather app says we’ve gotten a little over 2 inches but the weather app is about as reliable as one of Elon Musk’s self-driving cars. When my backyard turns into a lake that usually means 4 or 5 inches minimum. It’s been intermittent downpours, interrupted by wind gusts that bend trees sideways. The dogs are looking at me like I’m out of my mind as I’m trying to get them to go outside to pee. This morning I was awoken by the screeching of a flash flood warning on my cell phone, which has repeated itself twice in the last few hours, in case I didn’t get it the first time. Roads are closed. Flood gates have been activated. Rivers and streams are looking very punchy. The entire east coast is getting hammered, and absolutely nothing about any of this is normal. PA seems to be sliced in two when these things make their way up from Florida, with Scranton always on the dividing line. It was 50 degrees at 7am, and just in case you were starting to get used to that….it plans to snow later on today, which is a relief only because it can’t snow until it actually stops raining. I don’t know about you, but nothing says “Christmas” quite like cars submerged in 5 feet of water, or inflatable Santa’s ripped from their front-yard moorings and clogging storm drains.