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This morning I opened my eyes to the sound of rain falling and the rumblings of thunder. Perfect opportunity to lie in bed for another hour, dozing off and on listening to the rain. Also a perfect opportunity to visit the newly opened Shipley Do-Nuts across the street for a couple sausage kolaches and a bag of doughnut holes. What a way to start the weekend. The rain has turned into more than a constant drizzle. Just enough that you really don't want to get out in it. You'd think I'd be used to this kind of rain after nine months of living in a coastal town. But I've been surprised at how often it threatens to rain around here but doesn't actually do anything. Those grey clouds come rolling in right off the Gulf, and just when you think we're gonna get a shower, they keep right on blowing by.

For some reason, my nights designing the front page at work have been designated the nights for something to go horribly wrong. This week's disaster waited until the very end of the evening, just about the time some of the night crew can begin to filter out. When you're on front page duty, though, you're there until the bitter end. Even if there's a big problem waiting for you at the bitter end and there's few people left to do anything about it. But I won't lie, I like getting to be that guy. Every once in a while.