Well, well, well. So says I, Sherlock dazz. Professor Moriarty and kin are not the worlds notorious villains for naught. Xavier watson and I were hoodwinked!

When we reached the unassuming UPS store, the sign had been changed to CUPS. This confused us greatly, as I have no use for dishware. That's Mrs. Hudson's domain. Ah, but living in the seismic san Francisco bay area, we were treated to a brief jolt. The C swung from its post. We rushed the store! Ah, but the Wiley sullen sis had flown the coop. A part time worker, we were told. So, at this moment we are stymied. But never fear. Come Monday afternoon Xavier Watson and I shall return to UPS headquarters and get that stamp!

It is I, Sherlock dazz. Shirl is my bro. Anyway, I had an adventure of my own recently.

I had an important document. It had been signed by this wretch, erm, wench but she had surreptitiously forgotten to stamp it. Without the official stamp, the signature is worthless. She knew this, of course. She is professor Moriarty s daughter. Evil as they come. Determined to throw monkey wenches into every situation.

I wasn't going into this alone. I enlisted the help of my friend, Mr x. Xavier Watson to you. I asked him to bring his trusty revolver ring.

We reached the diabolical establishment. The evil daughter was there, ready to throw money wrenches and wenches about. Quickly I implored Watson to bring out his revolver ring. He did and pointed it at the clock. Immediately the clock hands revolved back to 7:30 a.m. Before the evil establishment opened. Surly sis was transported back home. I brought out my trusty pink magnifying glass and searched until I found the notary stamp. I stamped it myself and we happily were on our way.

I'm at odds tonight. Just spinning my wheels. We're drying out, but more rain due. I have to check the basement. The small door was dry walled over, so I'll have to ask Mr x to cut it open. He has tools. His pal, hippy guy, has plastic over his roof. One of my pals had roof leak and it got rug wet. It grew a mushroom!

I have to visit this notary public again, and am dreading it. She didn't have people skills. How I'll deal with it is pretend I'm Sherlock dazz. There is no case Sherlock dazz can't solve. You're actually dreading talking to some chick? So what if she's not miss congeniality. Look at Sherlock. Is he afraid to talk to Anyone? No. Does he talk with unpleasant characters? You betcha! In fact, you should read his book for inspiration. The sooner you get it done, the better. Sherlock dazz will prevail. She will get that notary stamp!

Read morning news that said creek had flooded. The main highway was shut down and parts of the town were under water. This is where my bro lives, in san Jose ca. Pictures showed water car high. Folks were rowing canoes. Wow. He said his house was ok. Never thought of creeks as a thing to beware of when home shopping. It is unheard of to have flooding that severe around here. What is this weird deal? We're droughted for years, now flooded?

Now Mr x was expounding on this crystal springs reservoir which is couple towns over. Supposing if there was earthquake and dam broke. He's saying it could conceivably flow here. Going to look up that reservoir. In SF occasionally there'd be tsunami warnings. And water surrounds Frisco. But we were pretty far away and up hills. Geez, I'm getting freaked out from natural disasters tonight.

Just read neighborhood post. This woman said she drove through the end of a rainbow! By the time she got out her phone it disappeared. However, she saw a man using his phone, maybe video taping it. She wanted the man to post pic ol. She thought experience was most odd. I told Mr x. He said it happened to him, too! He and younger bro were at lake when they were small. Mr x started laughing cause bro was all these colors. Bro laughed cause tiny Mr x was multicolored too. Now isn't a pot o gold supposed to be there? But isn't it the leprechaun's?