Josh Radin in the rain

Last night it was pouring rain. It had been pouring rain for 3 days with only a little sunshine break the day before. I pulled myself from the cozy wood burning stove in my house and declared that I was going to the gym.

"Now?!"said the others. Yes now. My life doesn't end when it rains. Rain is life. I pulled up to the gym to see people running crouched over with hands above their heads as if eggs were falling from the sky. People never looked like that in DC. California has a special look. It's called the raining chicken run.

Pouring rain, a soy Joy misto, and a little Josh Radin.

Bring it on. I'm smiling.

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I'm thankful

Oma said when she took her dog Bear to the groomer the day before thanksgiving they asked if she was having a lot of company over.

"Twenty-three people and six dogs," my oma said. Despite Stewart unexpectedly jumping on my lap (I excused him, he's from Fresno), the day was beautiful in every sense of the word. Oma made a speech at dinner declaring that we had so much to be thankful for. The Melanoma was no longer a threat and we also had baby Hudson. After a meal full of favorite dishes, I finally found a sport I'm good at. And I don't even know what it's called. PVC golf?