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Mysterious Booms, Ice Falling from the Sky...

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What In the Hell, Guys?

It's been cloudy and raining here since February, with no signs of letting up. On the plus side, the occasional sunny day (there have been ...three? Three and a half?) really stands out. Sarah and I spent a gorgeous Sunday two and a half weeks ago sitting by the bay down at the Berkeley Marina (okay, it's a reclaimed garbage dump, but it's genuinely beautiful) reading, flying our kite, playing catch, and watching the boats out in bay, with Alcatraz, Angel Island, and the Golden Gate framing the afternoon sun. Really a great day. Today the sky is a flat, headachey gray, and the world feels hungover from being drowned in rain all yesterday. I am listening to Beth Orton's Central Reservation (Thanks Josh!) and doing some computer work I've been meaning to do for, oh, the last three years? All those Word files don't just organize themselves, ya know. I don't have anything until dishwashing this evening, and I have no class (ha ha) tomorrow, nor any work, being that it's Maundy Thursday. I'm starting (I think and hope) to adjust to Sarah being gone up at school half the week. It's a big change, and I think it's going to work out for the best.

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