Jogging in the Rain

Not quite as 'catchy' as Singing in the Rain, but an interesting experience anyway. I woke much earlier than I planned on, and although some days I would have been more than happy to lay in bed for a couple of hours, I started to go stir crazy after about ten minutes. And so, jogging in the rain came about. Eddie put up with the noise of my preparations with barely a sound. Albert, however, who was doing his best to sleep (under my bed, as usual), made a number of bearish grunts and snorts. Of course, I gladly put up with his routine complaints, because where else would I find the perfect bodyguard. He told me someone tried to break in a couple of nights ago with the intention of doing me bodily harm (he thinks), but he met the evildoer at the door. As he tells it, the bad human will not be coming back. Ever. I did not ask for the details.
Anyroad, I seem to be quite busy at the moment, what with fighting off the unmarried Chinese women who want to find an American boyfriend, the married Chinese women who are trying to fix me up with their unmarried relatives, my tutoring English to all the above as well as others of varying nationalities, and my attempts at learning Mandarin in case I find a Chinese woman who has some knowledge of marshall arts (or the dark arts, for that matter) who could add to my defense against those not so random attacks on my life. Then, of course, I would have to marry her. Who wouldn't.
So, life continues to move. Forward we always hope. But more often in a some weird approximation of a circle...
Well, my time's up for the moment. So my advice to you, is get a firm grip on your horse, and ride like hell...