Jerry and I went up to Boulder early this morning and showered in the locker room at work. Seeing your co-workers naked is disconcerting in its own unique way. Luckily, I could make them disappear by taking my glasses off.
This afternoon there was a nice sunshower that turned into a crashing downpour and then into dear-god-the-sky-is-falling hail. And then it stopped.
Went to the Italian place next to the firehouse (which is two blocks away) for dinner. Tasty. Our waitress, who I think was about 15, was really nice but kept trying to apologize for things that were just fine. We just rolled our eyes and left a good tip.