There have been copious amounts of rain in Ithaca over the past two days (a terrible squall sent us in from sailing much earlier then we had hoped on Saturday…) But that got me to thinking: in that old song “it’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head and didn’t wake up in the morning.” Did he not wake up because he was dead?

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