Can't Stand the Rain, 'Gainst My Window

Soaked.

Absolutely soaked to my undies.

So in my haste to prepare for work at the hospital, I neglected to do one very crucial thing. Check the weather forcast. Ordinarly, this doesn't matter much seeing as though I usually luck out which is appreciated given my pedestrian/bike status. However, today....today serendipity's proxy was copious amounts of rain that coincided with my departure today.

At the very least, this latest series of events hasn't been reflective of Pulmonary Medicine at St. Luke's.
1. I finally have an attending who laughs, AND love's to teach. Usually the two have been mutally exclusive.
2. I've found the most delightfully informed and equally non-anal retentive study partner. I think we'll purchase "Best Study Partners Forever" necklaces post haste.
3. My patients aren't dying of terminal pancreatic cancer. Despite being on the pulmonary service, I've had an inordinate number of patients die on me.
4. Afternoon class was cancelled! 4pm lectures were conducive to learning? What do you think?

Off I went to collect my bike. A little rain? As we say at Morehouse, WWMLK,Jr.D? For those unfamiliar "What would Martin Luther King, Jr. do?" The answer, clearly tuck his short white coat in his bag, don a big toothy smile, and vigorously and defiantly pedal 1.5 miles home. So now I'm soaked. Soaked but with that indescribable grade-school feeling of playing in the rain.

Maybe it'll rain tomorrow?