Rain pitter-pattered against my window this morning around 1am. Then it stopped with the pittering and the pattering and decided to do an impromptu "Rock Band" tryout.
I love the rain. My main disappointment for this weekend was the lack of strong, serious rain amidst the cold (my other was the building's water heater going out...).
And to this Bay Area child, it was pretty damn cold.
Mainly, I love sleeping in to the rain. On weekends, that's a treat. On Monday morning... not so much. It's hard enough to get out of my warm bed into the freezing rest-of-my-apartment on a winter morning. Add the soft lullabye of rain (or even the machinegun fire of heavy rain) and it's a Herculean task to get the hell up.
At least now the damn water heater is working. Cold showers on a cold morning? Not fun. It crapped out sometime late Saturday night and Sunday morning was... chilly.
And the weekend is over. Now the last full work-week of the year begins.
Such as it will be a full work week. It's pretty much a series of parties broken up with an evening of Bruce Campbell goodness at one point.
I could totally get used to this.
A cargo cult in Vanuatu has been waiting for an American named John Frum
since the 1930s
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[image: John Frum gathering area in Vanuatu]
The John Frum movement arose on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu no later
than the late 1930s. Followers believe...
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