What do I have, a cloud hanging over my head?

The flooding that we dodged in New Orleans, backslapped me at our farm in California, soaking all of my things stored in the basement. New Year's week I headed out to salvage what I could. It did give me a chance to catch up with old friends.
Agnes the emu appears to disapprove.

Vegas nuzzling Moby

Block-Rocking Beets
