Here comes the rain again. ZZZZZZZZZZZZ

This morning the rain was falling down on my A/C. It is rather hypnotic, the rain. I really don’t know how to describe it. “teettle, teettle, teettle … ” and so forth. That isn’t a big rain, mind you. Merely found if you wanted to get up and look falls just enough drizzle to keep you in bed and not wanting out. And excuse me for being human but bonus points for having some good ol’ gal next to you who doesn’t talk about the hypno drip-drip-drip outside.

Yes, rain is romantic. It paralyzes. It puts one under. The great, wet anesthesiologist, Dr. (or CNA) Drip-drip. Not to be confused with the college clinic doctor who treated clap.

Unfortunately, I had to get up and go to work. I hear the rain may make a command performance this evening. That wouldn’t be bad at all provided the person who impersonates an elephant living right above me is out doing his/her/its shift work thingaroo. Just thinking of all this is making me sleeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppyy …