It's been raining quite a bit in Northern California for the last few days. There was a break in the clouds yesterday afternoon, just long enough for Mom to have a look out her kitchen window. Then she called me.
"Can you see the sun," she asked.
"Yes! It's gorgeous! Are you enjoying it?"
"No, can you see the sun from where you're standing?"
"You want me to go look at the sun?"
"Yes, go outside and look at it."
"Okay, hang on...Yep, there it is. It's going down soon."
"Do you see the clouds just on top of the sun? The long ones?"
"Yes, I think those are called cirrus clouds. The storms are done!"
"No, those are the poison clouds that the government sprays from the airplanes to try to kill us all."
"What? Why would the government try to kill us all?"
"I don't know why, but that's why we're all so sick. They're doing testing on us."
"How do you know this?"
"Ask any doctor and they will tell you that."
I don't quite know what to do with those conversations...