Sounds like the number of bones in the human body. Or the number of school days in a year. Or what time I woke up last night and looked out the window hoping for lightning. It's actually the number of days since we've had measurable rain. It's hard not to think about it. We have frequent reminders. Like the smoke that blows in from fires a hundred miles away when we're out trying to enjoy a baseball game. Or when that hot 40 mph wind stirs up the fine sand that filters into your cars, your homes - I can't tell you how often I have to dust and vacuum. And you can imagine how dry our skin is. The chances are slight, but we might get rain today or tomorrow. We better start honing our Gene Kelly skills.
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