I looked out in the hall to see what my ride home this afternoon was going to be like and I saw this:
If I had wanted to live in a place where it rains every day I'd have moved to the Pacific Northwest, and not the arid Front Range of Colorado.
And then there are lions!
Maybe I should move back East where all I have to contend with are narrow, shoulderless roads, 50 mile commutes and maniac redneck drivers.
Nah! I'll stick it out here. It'll dry up directly.