I've yet to meet one that is content. Then again, I can't imagine my whole life dependent on the weather. Wet shorts are one thing, but the entire crop going down sour for the whole year would be another.

I've often thought about that water molecule thing. Mainly in light of dinosaurs and their piddling, but the Ben Franklin shower is a new one to ponder. Maybe some of his wisdom will wear off, or get osmotic-ally placed within my person. As Ben would have no doubt said, "thine baited, showery breath thou shall not holdeth fast o'r times grand progression". (I'm only assuming he was a fisherman... and playing a bit loose with assumed knowledge and Franklinish vernacular.) Cheers, and welcome back to the joy, my friend.