It rained, finally. A good, cleansing, oh-my-god-it's-the-end-of-the-world monsoon downpour. When the skies first opened up, it was so fierce, it sounded like hail. That was enough to get me up out of my desk and outside with all the smokers to see if Bucky was getting the shit pounded out of him. But, nope. Just rain. Drops the size of, oh, watermellons.

It's calmed down for the time being, downgraded from deluge to gentle downpour. Adam's gone out in search of Allsup's chimichangas instead of a balanced dinner and I've got "Big Fish" playing on HBO.

Oh, yeah. We Wolfs know how to party.