In one of her songs, Mary Chapin Carpenter says, “Sometimes you’re the windshield; sometimes you’re the bug.” And while I don’t relish the idea of being the windshield, I work very hard not to be the bug. Very hard, indeed.
So despite my previous statement about redevelopment and wimps, I’m wimping out. Larry and I decided to cancel our trip to San Antonio to review progress on St. John’s house. Even the GC who lives there said travelling hundreds of miles under a flash flood advisory was not a good idea. I’m staying dry and (hopefully) safe in Round Rock today, and Larry is doing the same in Cameron.