Pile of Pink

Friday and Saturday all it did was rain. Wind, rain, and more rain.

And even if it is a hurricane outside, I must go out. I'm like the postman in that way. As Greek historian Herodotus said: Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these courageous couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

My appointed rounds just happened to be more of a physical necessity but a courageous feat in the pitch black, driving rain none-the-less.

So, mom and I go out, no matter what and we or, rather, I am rewarded with a rub-down and swaddling in the pinkest of pink towels, as illustrated in the following images...