Oh, goody...

It's raining again.

We're about to break a record here in the Bay Area, for the rainiest March ever. EVER. So it's not just my imagination.
Looking forward to another moist commute home.

(I hate the word moist. I use it here to demonstrate how irritated I am.)

Click here for a most excellent haiku about the rain.

Also irritating? Someone stole the toothpaste I keep in my drawer at work. If I could identify the culprit, I'd go breathe on them so they could experience my nasty-ass post-coffee, post-lunch, breath.
Is nothing sacred, people?

And on a serious note, please keep a good thought in your head and heart for my neighbor Tim, who got hauled off to the emergency room by ambulance last night. He ended up in the ER a few weeks ago with chest pains, and in the ensuing testing, doctors found a tumor on his adrenal gland. Surgery was scheduled for this Wednesday, but he was feeling so terrible yesterday -- and having more terrible chest pains -- so his wife called 911.

As he was being wheeled out by the paramedics, all pale and weak, he calls out to his wife, "Honey, I'll be right back," in an effort to comfort HER.

Broke. My. Heart.

Hoping he will be back soon.