Go Fish Galvez

To wake, to cottonball clouds in an azure sky.

Lovely.

Poetic.

Almost Shakespearian.

There’s a small chance for showers over the next several days, and oh, dear Hamlet, do we need them.

But I must remind myself that a 20% chance that it will rain is mathematically equivalent to an 80% chance that it won’t.

“Ay, there’s the rub.”