We keep working. We cover the lights, we cover the distro, we try to keep connectors out of standing water, we don our raingear, and we soldier on.
It's kind of strange - the lights fool your eyes and make it look like the sun's out, even when it's pouring rain.
The neighborhood's stray cat has adopted us - he's hanging out on our truck, and the best boy's threatening to give him a home. He's got a collar, but the neighbors swear that he lives on the street and mooches food. We figure someone moved away and forgot him.
Our equipment problems continue - we had a head go down just after lunch, and once again the entire production company was waiting on us.
Call time: 8 am
Wrap time: 8 pm