Pouring, deluging rains this evening, and the pyrotechnics to go with it. Bicycled down to the Art Museum to hear John Kerry speak, then bicycled home through air so humid it felt kinda, you know, dirty.
Went to grab dinner at Lee How Fook’s and bring it back, and only just got back before the heavens opened up. The Dish is out, so Kate and I listened to Barrack Obama on NPR and then went out to sit on the porch and watch the sheeting rain and the photo flashes on the clouds, while I ate salt-baked squid. Some days are just precious this way.