It rained yesterday, starting sometime in the night and lasting just about all day. I was thrilled with the droplets and the wind, and went water-skiing under my own power in the DeVry courtyard on the slippery when wet tiles. My heavy backpack dragged me down. Darkside laughed at me.
We're back to the old slightly violent friendship. He grabbed me by the throat (as gently as only he can) once, and then smashed my fingers in a one-handed and short bout of our game that resembles Mercy.