Rain At Last

We went on a boat trip. It rained for the first time since I got to Ireland.

It's been a very busy day. After chillin' at a pub, we went to an open mic. An excerpt of the poem I read:

When you’re driving through this part of the San Joaquin Valley, one half is green and the other half gold, the black highway a streak down the middle. At this hour of the evening, you always wonder why you wanted to leave. Later, you never remember why you loved it so much.

Other busyness included pub-sitting, floppy pizza eating, and movie-watching. It sounds like a week's worth of activities in a day.