Riders on the Storm

Facing East from our apartment yesterday

It's raining (not in a Craigslist kind of way), and that'll put a damper on spirits. Like anything though there are two sides of anything. Rain is a little depressing, but like a smoke-stack scrubber, the rain takes a lot of the crap out of the air, and during a morning stroll to the corner store yesterday, for but a passing second, when I inhaled, I could have sworn it smelled just like Florida: clean, humid, tropical... I came to when the waft from our stagnant border river replaced any clean thoughts in my mind. But is was nice for a second.

Like my patriotism, my ability to withstand smell has grown in my time out here, and it makes you appreciate more the small things that can lighten your day. Paychecks help too, and for every one that seems more certain, a sure thing from a month ago seems like a far-fetched fantasy now.

There is a hesitation here when switching lanes, for fear of instability of that free space, so too in business, there is hesitation on the part of our clients, for whatever reasons. They see youth and ambition, coupled with the ability to actually get things done, and they seek to exploit as much free labor as possible. Aware of this, we grind forward, not much else to do really. The rain comes in and reminds us things here can be nice when the garbage clears.