. . . has my Mostly Naked Lady gone? I looked for her when I walked by the little green space today, but alas, no MNL. I can understand, though. It was pretty chilly today until about 1:30, after which there was one thunderstorm. I am familiar with this one thunderstorm.

This one thunderstorm happened to land with a crash cabang, a few flashes, and at least one Hudson River’s worth of rain, on the head, shoulders, and freshly dry-cleaned suit of yours truly. So the aforementioned freshly dry-cleaned suit is now approximately two inches too long and smelling of wet sheep. Nothing a little trip to the drycleaners won’t fix. And who knows? Maybe this time I’ll get an upgrade! What you may or may not know is that I love rain about the same amount as I love grocery shopping, so while I should probably be upset about the need to clean the suit again, I got so much pleasure of being stuck in a perfectly warm, I-mean-business-type summery rain storm, that I didn’t mind a bit. I love it. I love the way it smells, I especially love when it is accompanied by thunder and lightning, I love the way it pours off my eyebrows and down my cheeks. . . I just love rain. I mean, there are times when it’s annoying. Like when it’s cold and I’m dressed up and needing to look pretty and I’m stepping in dirty puddles with my fancy shoes and arriving wherever I need to be all disheveled. I understand why people generally don’t like rain. BUT, I generally do. So that’s that, and I suppose I have come to the right place! I hear it rains here.

I also hear that it’s important to know how to spell here and hear so that you don’t confuse people in sentences like this one here.