it’s raining out and i couldn’t be happier about it. it’s just such a lovely atmosphere to sit on the couch reading and writing. i’ve some candles burning, the cats are curled up on the couch with me, a weezer triple threat is in the stereo and i am just so damned content, i don’t know what to do with myself. if i knew how to purr, i surely would.

sometimes these moments of utter contentment just sneak up on you when you aren’t looking. i thought after the wedding debacle yesterday i’d be a bit bitter and lonely. but really, i’m not (at least right now, that might change come sun down). i wish i had more to say. right now i am just typing and typing hoping an idea for a backwash column will pop into my head, or hop right onto the keyboard. so far, no luck.