So I had plans for this weekend, mostly work plans, but plans. Basically Saturday morning survived and Saturday night, which was indoors, the rest of the weekend was thrown away. Such is the life of flooding and constant rain.
Instead I spent all day Sunday, half of which was supposed to be shooting a magazine cover on the Chicago River (ahh…the irony), standing in the Des Plaines River watching people sandbag and surveying damage. I don’t if I’ve ever treasured dry socks as much as when I got home. 6 hours of wading through a river is really plenty. But I do have to say in the world of problems, at least I have a dry home to go home to, and for that, I am thankful tonight.