If you can measure it, then it exists
I finally have proof that rain falls. Back, just before the onset of winter, I installed a weather station at home, and as nature would have it, cold precipitation is difficult to measure. With great aplomb, I’ve barricaded the house with shovels and piles of snow. My boots have kept me feet dry (mainly). And there has been this niggling doubt about the ability of my equipment to measure rainfall. The statistics have been harsh; no precipitation recorded for the last three months.
Yes, there’s been lots of precipitation, but this is science. If you can’t measure, then you can’t claim to have actually “been rained on”. The rapid rise in temperature since yesterday, coupled with the water falling from somewhere above my head have combined to show better than 30 mm of rain since midnight. No big deal compared to the 278 cm of snowfall in the last 100 days, but I now know that the rainfall is real. Scientifically measured. That’s OK with me.
I’ve got a number of books “in read mode” right now, and I finished one by Douglas Preston: Blasphemy. Not a bad read, really. Coal mines and computers and barricaded scientists. I found the book, locally, in paperback. The part that I find interesting is that I can order the text in hardcover, or softcover, or audio book, or Kindle format. Even if I don’t own an ebook reader, the industry is ready when I do. Somehow, I think that my ancestors would be rather surprised at how the publishing industry has advanced in less than a century.
