Yesterday it rained off and on from ten in the morning until four in the afternoon, then didn't start again until six-thirty, which was exactly enough time for me to bike home, hop in the car and pick up our cat from the vet, drive home and get the cat in the house again.

Today we were expecting scattered thunderstorms all day.  The sun was out this morning as I biked into work, then it rained for half of the afternoon, stopping at four.  I biked home from five to five twenty-five, and during that time I was hit by three raindrops, saw seven bolts of lightning, and watched the sky go from Early Evening to Late Apocalypse.  I got my bike under the tarp in the back yard, got to the front door, and fished out my house keys from my bag.  At that moment the wind increased by fifteen miles an hour and blew my water bottle seven feet from the porch railing to the yard.  (The bottle was nearly full.)  I picked up the bottle and got into the house.  It began to pour as soon as I shut the door.  And when I mean pour, I mean "am I standing under a waterfall or is this the end of the world" pour.

One of these days I'm going to get nailed.

Don't believe me?  Here's a quote:

Is that not magnificent?

Obama's point-- and this would be obvious to people who are not also evangelical ministers-- is that you can't govern this country with the Bible.  And you can't.