Raining all day. We walk through the woods on slippery, muddy trails dotted with these orange snails that must love this weather because they are all out for their mid-day walk. We arrive at the hotel looking like we just showered with all our clothes on but with muddy boots. The church on the main square is open but not particularly inviting. All our clothes are damp and smell moldy. On days like this we look at each other and say “Whose idea was this anyhow?”




I’ll watch. Volokh is good.
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I imagine the snails are asking the same question? We hope the sun shines for you tomorrow!
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