My good friend The Rain stopped by briefly this morning, but then couldn’t remember if he’d locked his front door or not, so he had to go back and check.  He’s promised to swing by again sometime tonight and maybe stick around for lunch tomorrow before he leaves for 6 months for business in the east.
I’m feeling very much in the doldrums lately, dear reader, and I’m not entirely sure why.  I’m sure it’s a combination of about a dozen things, but I don’t like it.  It feels as if all I can do is wake up each morning and see if the winds of inspiration have started blowing again.  I’m sure it won’t be long.  But in the meantime, I don’t like it.

N.P.: “No Rain” – Drab Majesty