Though I’m not looking forward to drip-dropping/splish-splashing my way to and from campus every day for months on end, the part of me raised in 100+/40+ weather was charmed to wake up to a good, hard rain this morning. It was a nice compliment to my almost-forgotten Sunday morning music ritual (now with much louder and confident singing). With an open window and a warm duvet, I was cozy and happy, though not well-rested. The dust was calmed, my car was rinsed, and the first-rain smell wafted through my apartment as I colored, sang, tidied, accomplished ALL THE THINGS! Or anyway a good number of them.
Now shoo! I’m not ready!