There is comfort in the sound

It just finished hailing here. That was a bit of a freak storm, if I say so myself — and I do. First there was lighting, as though it was all around. Then it rained the biggest slowest drops of rain I've ever seen. Then the hail — smaller, then getting bigger — and a couple more giant rolls of thunder (one made the house rumble under my feet) and then . . . nothing.

I was going to say that it was my first hail, but that's not true. It hailed at the first apartment up on Military Road. I remember discussing it with John Roberts.

. . .

Yesterday, Guillermo came up North with his mom in tow and we hung around the Village for a bit. While we were talking, he asked if I'd ever found a good soup and half-sandwich combo and I let on that I'd pretty much given up after that.

But.

Today, I'm at work, and Jason "F.F.T." Wakefield brings in what can only be described as the most delicious looking and smelling bites of heaven I've ever seen.

It was bagel tuna melty goodness.

And it was my destiny.

As soon as my lunch rolled around, I rolled up (okay, walked over) to Noah's Bagels and had them make me a half of one of those babies and some matzo ball soup to boot. It was every bit as wonderful as I'd hoped. I have found heaven, and it is kosher.



The only small downside to Noah's is that their coffee is quite bad. However, there are at least 5 other places I can grab a cuppa within 100 feet (that I can think of off the top of my head), so it's really not a concern of mine.

Woot.

. . .

It seems that today is the day of correcting past posts, because I spoke too soon yesterday when I said there was nothing "Free" or FREE FREE" around anymore. Later that very same day as I was walking to work, I came across this:



The sign says: "FREE. PLEASE TAKE"

And seriously. How can you resist?

. . .

Finally, the title of the previous post was misleading. I'm not really overwhelmed. That song was just stuck in my head, and this week seems like it's about my speed.

That is all.