I left my window open last night specifically to be lulled to sleep by the comforting sound of falling rain, and then to be awoken by violent thunderclaps mid-morning today.  The rain was both lovely and effective, but this morning: quiet.  Only now, hours later, am I hearing distant rumblings, somewhere well to the north of The Creek and Hotel California and me.  I guess I’ll take it.

I’m going to try to finish this section of one of the books I’ve been working on today, then I’m going to decamp and head to a nearby Mexican bar to meet up with some old friends, drink large beer, eat meat, and watch the last half of some sort of athletic competition.  I’m just going for the beer and the meat.

N.P.: “Miss You” – The Rolling Stones