I can hear the rain pattering against the garbage shoot in the center of my building. Experience has taught me to hate that sound, and take comfort in the sole fact that it's still dark outside and maybe the rain will stop by the time I have to get out in it. But I don't have to go to work today. So I relax and listen to it rhythmically assail windows and siding. It's a calming sound, but I'm awake. I can't help that now. The only question is just how early is it? I fumble for my watch in the darkness and squeeze it. The face glows green, revealing the numbers 5:58. Not so bad I guess and without hesitation I'm up and checking the weather for the small town of Sanger near the foothills of the Sierras in central California. The hour by hour breakdown offers some hope: 37 degrees and mostly cloudy. Humidity 86%. Chance Precip 1%. It also offers several suggestions in the form of helpful links, among these "ESCAPE THE RAT RACE" resonates with me because I am preparing to do the exact opposite. I am looking for the rat race. Stay tuned...
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