It didn't rain. Of course, this isn't a surprise since it is a Monday. This year it seems to only rain on weekends. I remember my Grandpa saying, "If it rains on Easter, it will rain for the next six Sundays." This is the same Grandpa who said he was going to live forever. When I protested that no one lives forever, he winked at me and said, "Maybe not, but so far so good." Sadly, this was the same man who really wanted to die before it was all over. He was confused as to what time he was living in. He couldn't figure out where his horses were. They'd been gone before I was born. He spent much of his day looking for my Grandma who died before he did. It's funny how one memory leads to another isn't it?
- 55F with high clouds for the ride to work.
- 67F with high clouds for the home ride.