The rain is back. Woke to its misty quiet.

When I was little, I learned that I could count on the night stealing the sunshine of my birthday. The sun would set on our warmed tent and the row of little sleeping bodies, and then we'd wake up wet.

Overheard at the office in 2010:

BOSS: Yay!

ME: What's up?

BOSS: Courier New is a web-safe font!

ME: ...