We had a nice whopping rainstorm last night and the sidewalks/streets/driveways are golden brown and crispy with fallen leaves.
In other news, I smashed two fingers while putting a new container of water in the cooler. Dangit! that hurt. Actually it is still a wee bit throbby five hours later (especially when I press on them).
What is it about something hurting that makes one want to poke at it more?
Do the words "hot plate" make you want to touch the plate? They do me.
What is that?