While wandering home on Thursday night (Friday morning!), I sent a text message to the friend I'd just parted from to try to reassure her that my eccentric choice to walk through the rain without a coat or an umbrella (I had an umbrella, but couldn't be bothered to use it) was not going to result in my catching my death of pneumonia:
The rain is getting easier as I head west.
Well, that was the message I intended to send, the message I eventually did send.
What I keyed in at first, though, was: The pain is getting easier...
What is my subconscious trying to tell me?
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