To me, nothing is more soothing than slowly waking to a battering continuous rain. I mean that. I love it. It lulls me right back to sleep for another half hour/forty five until my alarm clock shatters my world. I try not to get depressed about it.
After coffee, I'm fine. The recycling needed to go out so I tore up everything in the bin and went to toss it out there and the minute I stepped out into that gusty maelstrom of rain and leaves, I heard these thundering sounds that, well, weren't thunder. If you've ever lived in a condo, you might know that the places are goddamned wind tunnels and if you're screen door is even open a hair, you're fucked. The wind takes that thing like a small baby by the leg and whips it against the house (I recently had to replace my own door for this reason).
So, apparently under fire by ghost doors, I made it out, threw the bins down like they were covered in rabies and hiked back into the house. ALL IS WELL.
My girlfriend started school for nursing and today was her first day and I am very proud. Quit your dung heap of a day job that makes you sad and tired and wonder where life went and pursue your dreams. We should all do that. Everyone would much happier, I think.
Take care of yourself.
oh, and art.