We're sitting here waiting for the worst of Irene. We've hunkered down. Since noon, the rain has been steadily rising and the trees increasing their dance. I'm not sure my confident sump pump can take the load. They say we'll receive at least...did you hear that...at LEAST... 8" of rain. That means the little guy will be working constantly. Oliver, unimpressed, remains interested in the birds soaking on the patio, picking up the seeds I scattered earlier. He'd much rather be in the back yard illustrating his might with the squirrels.