Apple juice tastes better when you have won it in a bet. Little victory sips make it all the more delicious.
Today, I set out for the Library to meet with my Healthcare Manifesto group. It was raining so I donned my vintage 1940's Marine Overcoat
and set off into the blue eon. However, not 60 seconds from my building, the rain ceased and the sun came out in another 60 seconds. It was by far one of the most strange weather changes I've ever seen. It happened to quickly, and then it was suddenly 100% sunny and hot, yet water still drenched everything around me. It really felt like someone had just hosed down a couple of city blocks on a hot summers day.
Then Aaron bought me my victory juice.
Gotta love those Furlough Monday's.
Post Script: I decided today that when I'm rich, I shall have a room in my house solely dedicated to the 1950's. The 1950 room I shall call it. Nothing will be allowed in that isn't period vintage, there will be a juke box set to play music only from that era, something along the lines of V's Shadow Gallery.
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