It rained today. Actually it was an electrical storm. But I didn't have to work til 6 so I walked to the closet and put on my old sweatshirt. I love this sweatshirt. It has three extra holes in it, it's paper thin, covered in pen marks from studying, paint globs and mustard stains. It's now eight years old. I haven't marched in the marching band in seven years, but still my sweatshirt is never far from my side. I put it on, grabbed my book and headed for the porch. Man it is really pouring out! I curled up in my favorite chair, snuggled all warm and cozy in my favorite sweatshirt, opened my book and listened to the thunder roar and the lightning crack. You've just gotta love days like these.

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