This one's gonna be random...

To be read while drinking chamomile tea and listening to Bob Marley's Guava Jelly (which is what I sing to my tree sometimes) because that's what I'm doing right now...

People give you strange looks when you're running through the rain with soaking wet jeans, no hood or umbrella, and a purse in your hand (maybe especially if the purse jingles)... But today's rain reminded me of washing my hair in the post-hurricane rain draining from the roof, when there was no water coming through our faucets yet. And then of monsoon rain that flooded up until streets became rivers you could take boats on and you wondered what the effects of sewer gunk mixed with rain water would be on your health as you waded through the streets in 3-inch-high flip flops (keeping it fashionable Bengali style)... So I had to run through the rain and laugh like I was an eight year old... I even thought of singing

Que llueva, que llueva

la virgen en la cueva

los pajaritos cantan

las nubes se levantan

like a good little boricua girl.

My past rains have been tropical rains but northwest rain is cold and makes your hands turn red once you've been out in it for too long so it's nice to be home, heat on, hair drying out, and drinking tea...

Listening to the rain and being almost done with my first quarter of med school is putting me in my I've had such a great life and I love everyone mood so I'll finish by saying-- I'm lucky to have had such a great life and have met amazing people in it. I must have been a good little transgenic mouse in my past life (since I've decided I was a mouse in my past life).

And that's me for today!