"When it rains, it pours"

(no shit... I've always hated that saying)

There's something about rain that always comforts me in a way. When I step outside and take a deep breath, I can smell every plant, every wet piece of earth, the leaves on the trees. It's an interesting feeling -- almost like flying, but with your feet firmly rooted to the ground. The smell is the very antithesis of burning silicon.

Lots of people lost power today. My computer rebooted. That would have been annoying, had I been at my computer instead of eating my lunch. My co-worker had her lunch stolen out of the company refrigerator. But only the rice.

Was that interesting to you?

Today has been blessedly slow, and I haven't had to deal with much, except for reality. I had something important to say, but I forgot what it was.

I refuse to speak of Arnold's election. It seems that everyone else has said enough about it already, and I can't spell his last name.

Work calls... more later.