So the city has asked us to restrict water usage (like don't flush toilets or do laundry) because the water supply is down to one day. I personally have near limitless faith in the National Guard and think they're going to succeed at getting the breach in Columbia Canal repaired in time, but I admit and I'm certain that they would agree that it is an element of time pressure that they didn't need. So hi, I live in Columbia, South Carolina, and we may be one day away from The Lord of the Flies. Hello, Augusta!
All this is even more surreal than yesterday, because otherwise things are going, not fine, but as fine as they could be under the circumstances. The latest dam which was going to fail "not if, but when," didn't fail. I hope they track down the guy who keeps saying "not if, but when" and fire him. What we really need around here is more stuff to panic about. But the weather is again crazy stupid beautiful perfect, so the prospect of the end of civilization within 24 hours is difficult to get one's head around.
Meanwhile, I got a replacement set of Keen boots, as my old ones had worn out (and one lace popped, but the tread was gone anyway) and a Wes Montgomery/Jimmy Smith CD. The former are working out great; the latter is an insane disappointment since there's so much orchestra that you often can't hear Wes or Jimmy. Even more overproduced than Wes' later top-selling but awful "with strings" records. (Kind of hard to play guitar without them, isn't is?)
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