Forget the blue and red designations – I looked at the national weather map a few minutes ago and Indiana is, at least for today, The Green State. We will be getting rain from the Ohio River to the Michigan line – from the Wabash and Lake Michigan to the Ohio state line.

We are going to be wet.

I hear footsteps; I think it is Cameron coming to get me to take him to school. Wait, they have paused. I hold my breath, but it is inevitable, I know. He will come. I wait . . . I hear the pencil sharpener. Soon. Soon.

Ack, we’re green . . . that means it will be a pick-up date as well.

Oh, for Pete’s sake, now Summer announces, “There’s a hole in my sock.” Think for yourself, Summer, go upstairs and grab one of Grandma’s.