Smallhouse Log

Monday

I wake up, open the shades, and say out loud, "What a beautiful day for a water baloon fight!"

I start running a bath, put bread in the toaster, and sit down to check some things on the Internet. Just as I finish with this, I hear what sounds a whole lot like thunder. I get up and look out the window, and everything is wet, with the entire sky a dark grey.

And now, by the time I finished writing those two paragraphs, it has stopped raining, the sun is back out, and it looks beautiful again.

It's like a taste of South Dakota right here in Chicago.

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