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Switched the layout again. I know. I'm a nutter. I am far too Mercurial for my own good. I actually kept my last layout for a couple of months. Just been restless lately and experimenting. Changed banner in honour of HBP coming out soon...

Animated (!) Doctor Who Mood Theme by watcher_junior.

I sort of treat this like an actual journal where I describe the most quotidien stuff imaginable (literally! ..like whether it's sunny or cloudy, what I found thrilling about breakfast, random thoughts I had today et al) or else I explode about something, generally football (soccer ;P) or else Doctor Who or else Harry Potter or else the books that I've been reading or else I link to amusing things. Or else...

...you get the picture.

edited Sun 06/07/09

Only have a few minutes for this post as I need to be in bed with the lights off by 10pm!

Colin had the Chicken Pox. Just returned to school this past Thursday after being out since the week before. Did not have a fever or anything (luckily), just the pox, which...are nevertheless unpleasant. I drew up oatmeal baths, gave him minty showers, and fed him occasional Benadryl, dabbed on relieving clay and lotion. And now he's all better. Minorly scabby. I remember lying around in the insufferable Florida heat feeling a bit like an eight year old leper...except that I had probably not heard of lepers, possibly. He's made up a roleplaying adventure entitled The Circus of Midnight. Circus hmm.
He described it in detail. Reminded me of an ep of Torchwood, only not, because there is no way in Hades I am letting him watch that sinister show.

&^%*! I'm a minute late to getting to bed.

Merlin was excellent up until Merlin and Gaius chuckled over the wacky hijinks absolute mess they created this episode in continuing to cover over the truth (from three people now) in ways that I expect to snowball by the season finale. ...unless the writers have botched it. I hope not.

Oh yes...bedtime.

So I am visiting Mills College tomorrow to check out a Grad program and I need to be on a 5:45 train...meaning I need to be up at 4:45 so I have the minimal time for breccy and throwing on some clothes (which are already laid out). I am wooling it up since its been chilly lately. At least in my reality it has. Apparently there are people living across town who are experiencing a warmer than normal November, what? Living out of climate control for all of two seconds means that you get to know the living environment better! The climate control of your inefficiently heated house, car, workplace et cetera et cetera. /end rant in its infancy

I was on my way to bed...

Taking Inkheart on the train with me. I want to pummel Basta mightily. I hope that somebody does it soon...


The crepe myrtles are turning!

Got sucked into watching Sleepless in Seattle. I still love that film. :P

More lyrics to other song that I've been listening to on obsessive repeat.
You know, as opposed to non obsessive repeat...

( Two Weeks )

This song is too gorgeous...it has so much going on. I've nearly gone into a trance listening to it out on the balcony while cloud watching on more than one occasion.
The vocal style, lyrics and sounds are rather affecting...It's subtle and pretty, and different from anything else I've heard lately. Makes me think of a shower of rain...in more ways than one...and pale green and a kaleidoscope of light patterns. Sort of. When I listen to tunes, I always see the same or similar images/patterns in my head though they are often not translatable. I even on occasion remember the pattern it evoked when the tune escapes me. Memory is fascinating.

Won't allow me to upload it though. Hmm. :/

This has actually been a decent work week!
Things are finally starting to go a bit more smoothly. We changed the ledger around a bit (not terribly exciting to ponder, a bit dry really as topics go) which means less aggravation for me and more organization, hopefully. Apparently. Or else I suppose it will not mean less..yeah. 's getting late, and I am getting sleepy. Looking forward to reverting to a 5pm quitting time every day as well.

I wrote up a long, detailed account of our (Angela & me) first jaunt out to the dark semi-middle-of-nowhere the other week. Was an enlightening experience. On All Hallows we (family) set a place at the table for our ancestors/departed relatives.T hen later I biked out to the same spot around midnight and left the food and wine as a libation. The moon was rather pretty and the air vaguely misty. I kept hoping for random fog the next morning...

Am managing to practice piano just about every day and for long stretches. So even if I miss a day, I know that I am being productive and putting in quality time. Derrick, one of my co-workers gave me some sheet music that he did not want. It's Fiona Apple's Tidal. :D

The footy has been a bit of a drag to say the least. Injuries are a constant fact of life, Carra looks demoralized half the time, and poor Stevie is still rhapsodizing wistfully about the giant hole in his heart in the midfield left by Xabi. And on top of that Gareth Southgate was sacked from Middlesbrough. Idiotic.

Getting the best directions for my visit to a campus middle of the month. I am so happy now that the clocks are back to standard (i.e. Natural) time and the holidays are well and truly here. We are trying to not go overboard culinarily around here...though the other day I bought some oak and maple leaf shaped cookie cutters! Having to resist the urge to bake random pumpkin pies every other week.

I feel like I have been super antisocial of late. I stack up a frightening load of things to accomplish on a daily basis in addition to other responsibilities and family.
So my goal is to logon regularly. I might sit on there on Away though I am sure to be somewhere if anyone wants to drop me a line.
I have freaky, green duck loggedontoeverywhereatonce chattorifficness.
I'm deadlydoll09 (AIM), kerochan_09 (Hotmail), denpagirl on other things, et cetera, et cetera, the usual.

It was nice chatting with you again, el3anorrigby !

Deleted Contents: persistent dreams circling around the same damn topics that have the considerateness not to bug me while waking, mostly. Grrr. Back to bigger fonted nonsense.

Considered NaNoWriMo, then saw how much I would have to catch up to be on schedule for 50,000 words in 30 days. Iz nawt crazee. :D;;;

I will have to babble about Merlin later. I'm impressed by the scripts this year.
As well as the crazy Merthur subtext, haha I want every one of the banners at the bottom of this page.

Apparently, more mature folk frequent Blogger and the like. If I want to take myself too seriously with a journal, there's always my written one. ;D

OOH. Watched V on ABC last night.(Not the Fawkesy vigilante, but the lizard people from outerspace) Hmm. It's not as campolicious as the old series which enthralled me as an elementary school girl, I must say. (The 80s blow dryed hair, the boots, the scary tight clothing, alien visitors, OH!) Could be fun though. Fun...

This song reminds me of certain people...

( Clark Gable )

( In this town of Halloweeeen... )

Ahhhhh! Missed posting for the month of September, and nearly missed this month as well.
Days would pass by, I would have random babbling typed out in text edit. "I'll post tomorrow...uhh, the day after, ednfiuwnonef, the weekend. I'll have more time then..." x 9.

I will post on a regular basis again, I swear.
There's just been a lot going on with me lately.

In brief:

1. My birthday was pretty fabulous. We went swimming (oh my, when it was warm enough to actually swim), then sat out on the lawn eating cheese and drinking champagne.

( 2-11 beneath these words )

This is a bit clipped for me, but I'll have to elaborate later.
As usual, managed to write far more than intended!


Here, have a pic!

( Colin dressed as Link from Legend of Zelda )

Oh my...it is rain fetish fic. Hooray!

April is best, too. It’s the best kind of rain. And, being the connoisseur of precipitation that he is, he’s very aware that the rain changes with the seasons. There’s the cold, harsh, stingy stuff that falls during the winter months; the warm, fat, fragrant summer rain that tastes delicious; the kind in the Autumn that smells like moss and turning leaves and reminds him of new terms and fresh parchment and opportunity-slash-fear, and his favourite—spring rain—is fresh and cleansing and the perfect balance of warm and cool.

I decided on Saturday while reading that if I ever get married again (IF), that it will have to be during the rainy time of the year. It would be ideal if it rained right on us or at least became staticy and damp and threatened and began to pour shortly after the vows. The former, however, as I said, would be ideal. There are, at most, two rainy times here. There is what precipitation we get in Autumn, and then that February business. I would choose the Fall. (IF).

I was colouring this plate on page 3 1/2 of The Physiology Colouring Book: DNA Replication & Cell Division when I stumbled upon the obvious. They observe these complicated phenomena (THEY), and they assign labels and understand the workings somewhat, but aside from that , they really do not have a clue. I coloured Mitosis with a gold pencil since...it seems like Alchemy to me.

Ooh, it smelled like baking outside, now it smells like bandaids.
Might be a bit of rogue washing from the laundry room next door or...

Colin was away for Saturday and part of today.
I finally committed to finishing a book over the weekend: The Time Traveler's Wife

And then, yes, I went and saw the film.
I liked. Being obsessed with the notion of Time and any story revolving around it. That and, the book intrigued me, with its descriptions of birds, flight, longing, freedom, dreams, expression, public transportation, food. It was very down to earth and sweet though also sad/harsh/rough. Must be supremely weird being nostalgic about one's life in real time. The only things that I did not like about it were the prevalent instances of literary name dropping (the protagonists are highly literate and a bit pretentious about it which overshadows the love story at times, but it is easy to overlook that more than the...), product mentions (just say 'fast food' and forget what creative writing class told you about being specific because there is a right and a wrong way), and some of the sex. It was not graphic and even if it was, I am not averse to things that lend to the story. I just felt like it could border on the gratuitous. We get that they are passionate. It doesn't need to be shoved in the reader's face. Just could have been more subtle in places when it almost bordered on the creepy. But there were other truly wonderful moments of subtlety.

The film was complementary, I felt. Of course it isn't going to contain the book but the tone worked and it also retained the darker aspects of his involuntary excursions brilliantly. Some folks in the theatre were laughing and I wanted to chuck my popcorn at them. Sort of.

For once, there are quite a few films playing that I truly want to see.

I am studying and it is Fall (or damn near. I say it is because the air is crisp and the crows have started commuting every day from the fields outside of town) which excites me greatly.
Some folks glow cause they're in love, or have consumed a bunch of antioxidants and had a soothing herbal bath; I glow because I've drunk up knowledge. Not to say...that I do not glow in those other instances as well...
...but knowing is rather delicious.

Perhaps in another life I was a Triple Agent

And apparently, those untidy book stacks are, in point of fact, 'literary clutter'. Woot. So long as there is some method to my mess, we're alright.

Sunday was marvelous. It was like three days rolled into one. I am not sure why time decided to behave that way. I am thinking it is because it was a friend's birthday and the weather was magnificent, but that does not necessarily jive with the 'time flies when you are having fun' or that it passes quickly when you are content theory of relativity. I've read and thought and done so much today it hardly seems plausible.Shhh. I'm stealing time.

We had sushi, of course. (This was Angela's birthday ;D) I thought that Herb was going to join us but he had to be elsewhere. He's been though. I told her that I could not imagine anyone knowing her and escaping that sushi place for very long. Lots of salmon was consumed. Afterward or perhaps during but towards the end, she said:

I so love Salmon....I want to marry Salmon...

And there is another thing, if you are descended from anyone who's lived amidst hills and woods, with streams and rivers running through where some type of salmon has swam contentedly throughout time, then I can not imagine how the powerful desire for the fishy could not automatically reside in the form of inherited memories in all of the cells of your body. SALMON~!. Mmmm. Okay. okay. /end
Also baked a cake with adulterated chocolate icing appropriated from The Joy of Cooking + weird French film. Didn't bake the film...unless you consider the dvd player as heating the disc up with a laser in order to project images somehow onto your television set in much the same way that leavening agent magically makes batter rise which you can then watch through your oven window...Oh but there was a bit of levity as the film was quite ridiculous funny.

Cake~!

Saw two meteors last night. :D Me and Angela spotted one from the balcony. The stars were so bright and so clear...the air so crisp that you could also detect The Milky Way. It made me very happy. When I dropped her off with her bike and generous helpings of spare cake we watched this fluffy cat loving on some sheet metal that belonged (or would in future) to a neighbor's half-constructed garden shed. Simple things make a cat happy too. I'm glad she had so much fun (Angela and not the cat). We're planning a pool party for my birthday in two weeks involving stinky French cheese.

No patients today so all was chill and a fair amount of work was accomplished. We also got to dress down a bit. Casual Monday is something that needs to catch on for the sanity of the many. On Friday you are already chipper cause the weekend hovers over you with the promise of repose and a less rigid schedule (unless you are busy/crazy). But Monday is fairly well effed by mid morning unless the micro universe in which you work is behaving in an oddly generous fashion.

When I arrived home, the luscious breeze was already churning in what I imagined to be invisible eddies. I burned some incense but they still did not appear. I sat in the large red chair looking out at my potted plants, the treetops, the road, and the endless blue beyond them. As twilight crept up the Crepe Myrtle blossoms seemed to burst into pink flame and their thick leaves sticky with insect trails and pollen throbbed green. This is what is so wonderful about twilight and overcast...all the colours appear rather intense. I was pondering what someone had said at work the other week about how we all see the world and colour differently....uniquely. Then my eyes slipped out of focus on the sky, and back into focus on the ash trees across the way and it was all connected somehow.
I love their foliage especially. I've discovered that that is where the smaller birds sleep, the ones that wake with the dawn and tweet louder than the rest. I saw some moving as dimness encroached. I had always wondered where they slept.

Then I was half-assaulted/half-kidnapped by other impressions that melted with the feeling of expansiveness and connectivity. It's like a door opens and suddenly it is more "noisy". Like being on the verge of spoken dreams. Felt a bit sad in there as well. A reminder.

I have a love/hate relationship with telephone lines. I pondered this as well at some point. So much travels along them as seemingly invisible as the currents of the air but no less palpable/detectable.

Got an Anatomy colouring book. I think that language and symbols and codes was/were my first love as a small, overjoyed child with a library card, but geometry and anatomy & physiology ran a close second...the third is a secret...

Colin begins the sixth grade in two days' time!!!
We're putting on serious face this year and ingraining some proper studying habits in him. He's, at times, too apt to be, for want of a better word lazy. Or perhaps its, more accurately, distraction. In any case...cards in moderation, waning DS, and more reading.


OMGWTFBBQ, Aston Villa? There's that saying about the shame in striking a person wearing glasses. How about the one about ganging up on the Spanish guy with the black eye or the Scouser with a red, swollen eye and bandaged head??? You have got to be kidding me. And of course the officials smoked BFBOCs right before the match...evidently. It's rare that Pepe swears like a sailor.

And I realized today that bananas are the only fruit that I can really commit to as far as snacks at work go. And maybe sometimes, apples.

WHAT?

And I am sure that children still know what molasses is. Candyland had a molasses swamp, not a chocolate swamp, damn it. Besides, it was something that you wanted to avoid. Molasses is far more problematic being thick and sticky. Depending on the consistency, chocolate could be a breeze in comparison! And wouldn't many children try to get stuck in a swamp made of chocolate? Sort of defeats the purpose of the game! Queen Frostine also has a better ring to it than Princess. Too many syllables and no rhyming. Boo. /silly

I suppose I never mentioned my new co-workers. I was omitting...like when I type a sentence and because I am thinking in a tidy stream and the things that matter are there in my head, I do not always realize that they are missing from the page. Like this: I was that be good to lighter tomorrow. ..when in actuality it's :I was thinking that it might be good to wear something lighter tomorrow. Then later I reference the blouse I plan on wearing as a remedy to the heat where it appears with no preamble. Ambiguity for the win!

It needs to cool off again, now.

Derrick, the one who referred to me as OCD is Arielle's replacement. *sobs* He is rather cool though. Oddly enough, we have very similar conversations, he eats the same sorts of snacks, goes for runs, and even has client stalkers...just like Arielle. It's downright spooky. Thank you, Universe! I got him and most everyone else in the office slavishly addicted to Yoloberry. In the case of Derrick, he is beginning to remind me of the Girl Drink Drunk sketch from The Kids in the Hall. He had fro yo for lunch yesterday..with a ludicrous number of toppings. I told him that I couldn't help feeling responsible for his condition and yet...I also couldn't help not caring. >:D /joke

Next post, I will mention my other new co-workers.

Spiffy fractal program on television is spiffy.
Except that I fully expect them to explain nose hair growth via fractals pretty soon...

Everyone is back!
As much as it was relaxing to be alone for an entire day, it was only so because it was with the knowledge that people would be returning home soon.

I arrived to work this morning to find a sticky on my monitor:

( Awww, thanks, co-workers! )

Actually, when I was little I had a few nervous ticks and displayed some behaviour that, doubtless, some folks would label as OCD. It seemed to escalate when I felt anxious or stressed. I would do things like count my steps and be sure that if I lead with my left foot and stepped across a line in the pavement, that my next step over a line would be with my right...et cetera. I don't do those things anymore though. I think I do some small things, but someone would have to point them out to me because I honestly don't notice it, unless I feel restless. ...Apart from the smelling books when I pick them up...which is weird, but..I like the way paper smells :P. Norton Critical Editions smell especially good.

Once a friend poked fun at me:

"This Penguin Classic smells delicious!"

:P

Going to go see Ponyo on Wenesday!!

I fished through my closet, alright, more like wandered in and quickly discovered the dress that I will wear on my birthday. I'm wearing it today...got it weeks ago. It's grey, cute, and a bit austere. I used to dress up more, just because. I was pondering it the other day: where the hell has my pride gone? It's not conceit. It's about feeling good on your special day (and having some measure of confidence in your appearance for the other 364 days of the year). I go through these phases. I am entering a phase where I wish to take more care and not evaporate when someone pays me a compliment.

Was quite alone in the house today. I spent the first couple of hours watching the Spurs-Pool match. Hmm. Yes, well. It was not quite scintillating, to put it mildly. I..do not know what to think. I am certainly not flipping out over our performance because, honestly, I do not believe all that bollocks about first impressions and the first match setting the tone for the rest of the season and yadayada. I did, however, note the absence of Xabi. I know that it is not exactly a popular sentiment at the moment, but you have to admit that we are missing him. I have not seen Aquilani play yet. All I know is that Stevie is our heart, Xabi was our brain, and Carra is our soul. And now we are missing that middle bit. It just feels all wrong to me. I know that things happen, and it's the prem and professional footy, and that people move on. I don't care. It blows. Call me romantic-I wish he had stayed one more season. We'll get by, of course. We have no other choice.

After the match, I spent some time (undefined) talking to myself *splutters*, I mean thinking aloud. I hope that the morning glories flower...

I had this wild (post beer/wine) hair , hare? earlier. Perhaps I made a mistake in not pursuing drama. I like to dress up. I've had as many outward styles as there are days (living through the 80s will do that to you), at times all at once. I'm good at mimicry and fairly modest (at least outwardly). I think that it is a good thing to be seeing as many actors are...self-absorbed and a bit freaky. I suppose it can't be helped. You have to pimp yourself for a living, basically. But, oh yes, I feared that it would eat me up...the thought of assuming a role when your own usual/actual persona/self is mutable/Mercurial, I found a tad disturbing. Better to write, possibly. Always have to make concessions. It's like an apology. I have even on occasion apologized for apologizing, especially while playing tennis.
Julie, Erik (friend of Colin)'s mother said that sometimes you need a break from being a co-worker, mother, daughter person. It was not said in any particular context. As a matter of fact, I have lost the context in which it was said, perhaps because it seemed out of the blue to me. I wondered if that was okay. Taking a break from the latter two is vaguely sinister. I am, of course, taking it literally. Still...

Took a nap around 11am this morning. That's the thing about Sundays. It's allowed. [I met up with Angela last night and we ate sushi, drank coffee, chatted, gesticulated wildly. Consequently, I could not sleep until 1am-ish. Then I had to rise before 8am in order to see the match]. And you so did not need the blow by blow behind my nap desirousness.

After watching our less than wondrous performance, I ...tidied like a weirdo cause cleanliness is next to, yeah, godessliness....:P

....read, dusted, cleaned my laptop with cotton swabs and anti-reflective spectacle spray. Burned the green dirt incense that is oh so tasty, but of course, you do not know about that yet.

So yesterday (this is a timey-wimey entry, deal) we went to San Francisco, had lunch and visited The Sword and the Rose, a teeny tiny magic shop. It was dimly lit and replete with wall hangings, jewelry, amulets, books, and the like (peacock feathers, oh my). And statuary. AND incense, the good stuff. Incense generally makes mincemeat of my sinuses, but this stuff is finely crafted with precise ingredients during the waxing moon et al. After sweeping the patio, sorting my array of books etc (endless), and burning incense of bliss, I read fanfic and brooded for all of 30 seconds.
We also got some incense called Elf Queen. It's smells downright delicious. It's earthy and...something else that I can not quite put my finger on ...even considering that I smell everything and have a repository of cataloged scents.

Prepared dinner, again taking stock of how odd it is to be ALONE. There was only one thing for it, I ran music through the downstairs speakers via my iPod and took two hours lingering over dinner and dancing around the room/singing. I am a slow eater. :) I lit a candle and dressed up. By the time I had arranged everything and put on music, I felt under dressed wearing shorts and a footy jersey.

Colin called and we chatted. He saw Ponyo and said that it was excellent, that it is one of his favourites. I think we'll see it (again) later this week...Was nice to hear his voice.

So now, hmm. I can read The Time Traveller's Wife or go watch Serenity or Mystery ./self-absorption

In any case, I will desist from potentially driving neighbors insane with voluminous playlists.

I got around to doing just about everything I set out to do shy of arranging future plans via note cards. Hmm. Always this war between being methodical and intuitive/sudden....

The footy returns next weekend in earnest and I am so excited! Oddly, I do not think that I have been this excited about it since I first started watching it regularly a few years back. I remember being a little kid and hearing my parents swear over Italy during the World Cup back when the television was small, and had knobs. But I didn't get into it from a super young age like some folks who played all through elementary and high school, and who idolized Mia Hamm and Kenny Dalglish (trying to incorporate both genders and both sides of the pond there).

I was sad to learn that Xabi is well and truly transferred, irrevocably, has passed medical, sold, gone. Off to Real Madrid, a team bursting at the seams with international talent and a sickening payroll. Have had a few days to ponder it and have reached the acceptance stage by now. I think that he planned to stay at Liverpool and was very happy where he was, was starting a family, enjoyed the city, playing alongside the likes of Stevie and Carra (our OT3 :(), but it is foolish, I suppose, not to realize that the nature of the game is such that people are sold. I am not defending that, by the way, it makes me nauseous to think on it too finely, but Xabi is also getting older. He is in the prime of his carrier, mature,having honed his skills tremendously. If he was going to accept the good with the bad, and deal with being a tradable object then well, now is as good a time as any to return to Spain while his career still has life in it. I think that the best we can do is recognize that he is as brilliant as he now, has fully realized his potential because he spent some of his best years developing and playing for Liverpool. Hmm. In truth, every time the transfer window opened, I worried that he might vanish. It's sort of a relief to not have to worry about that any longer, while at the same time I won't denytwangs of regret if he flourishes at Real..though I am more worried he'll shine less at such a (in)famous club. I think Liverpool has more heart. It's a huge organization with fame and history but somehow it retains an underdog feeling to it..like its strength lies as much with the people in the stands as it does with those on the pitch which is the sort of magic I do not think that many larger clubs can still boast. It's what drew me to it before I realized I was a supporter. Someday I want to sit at the Kop end in the midst of all those people swearing, singing,booing, laughing, and cheering together. Doesn't seem as likely with even the footy world in peril due to economic reasons.

And I am excited that it is the start of Autumn. For me it is the start of another year drawing nearer. Even now as an adult, I always associate the start and new beginnings with the approach of September and Fall. I am certain that my birthday has something to do with it. But it's also the school year and whatnot. I do not know about everyone else's internal visualizations but the calendar and the months of the year are laid out with September at the end and October at the beginning. No idea why. January is somewhere in the middle. The first day of August, Lughnasad was the first day of Celtic Autumn and a popular day for hand fastings and weddings. So other people seemed to have associated Fall with the new, funnily enough. I suppose the arrival of Fall varies depending on where you are geographically. Anyway....

Arielle's last day was yesterday. Pleased for her that she has gotten out of town like she needed too..though sad to see another friend leave the Train Station that is this town. :/

People were semi-bad mouthing her today....I wanted to slap them. Although..they'd be completely black and blue before they got the least clue about others much less themselves...

Like this layout. It's comforting. It's Fall to me.

Since when did I go out for drinks on a Wednesday?...
To be fair, it was Isabella's almost last day. Tomorrow is her last day.

Colin is away with his two half sisters. I spoke with him earlier. He was up late yesterday evening looking for meteors. I am not sure which shower they were observing since the Perseids are supposedly in August. Hmm.

So we went out and chatted and me and Arielle went out to Bistro 33 for..further drinks. There was something on the menu called "Natorade" concocted by someone called Nate (go figure) who just happened to be our bartender. So to be nice, I had three. :S
At Vito's I was seated in the middle. I prefer the middle, since I can observe and eavesdrop with greater alacrity...I was attempting to reconcile peoples' work personas with their not-at-work ones. I feel like I have been judging people too harshly lately, at least within my own mind. I don't know. Feels like I am sifting various bits of information every day....random scribbles on sheets of paper, looks, utterances. It was nice to get away and unwind.

Raquel poked fun at my propensity to sniff paper and I made light of her apprehension toward raisins that may or may not be bugs in disguise. ;P

I like this cooling trend. I heard that it does not rain as much in the place where I was born. Makes me vaguely sad. There is so much to think on and worry about..that I suppose I can only spare so much sadness for one thing or another. Is there a limit? I have always thought that the potential content of a mind is limitless...

The bees are in trouble and places are dry that were rainy, others rainy that were drought ridden, money is becoming worth less, and people feel more isolated than they once were...you don't have to sit in a bar with a friend to recognize that last bit...

But sure enough I will be awakened by the birds at dawn tomorrow.