It's been raining most of the day. The drive home is likely to be hellish. And I couldn't be more pleased. Finally, finally, a break from the endless sunny SoCal days. An end to the dust that forms little tornadoes whenever there's a breeze. The smell of the wet earth this morning as I left home was sinfully wonderful. The dripping water off the roof and onto the pavement brought back a thousand childhood memories.
I'm a happy guy.
I'm a happy guy.