Water fell from the sky. Seriously! Little Droplets!
I don't quite understand. I like it though. People are referring to it as rain. Apparently it happens here once in a while. How quaint!
Still feeling incredibly chipper about the move. So far, not a single person in a Bentley has cut me off, nor have I been mistaken for a gang member in the wrong non-neutral territory. And if that wasn't already enough reason to celebrate, the fires are out, the sun spends most of it's time hanging out in my neighborhood and Sam the landlord has agreed that a rolling bamboo shade may be suspended on my landing so that I don't roast like a spitted-pig when I'm out there to catch some sun. After all, it's a jewish neighborhood and that wouldn't be kosher.
Best yet, I joined a gym where there are several people that I have judged to be less attractive than me. I can't tell you in this town just how good that feels.
Not too much other excitement to report. Looking forward to picking up a pumpkin pie at Joan's On Third for tomorrow's Thanksgiving dinner at Debbie.
This year there's lot's to give thanks for.
Whew. I hope you survived the rainy season without difficulty. At least you can rest easy knowing you won't have to put up with THAT again for another year...
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