Woken by desperate Peretz, out we went into the pouring rain. Another gray day, seems the world is crying, better it than me.
Cold fingers make it hard to type.
Trying to keep it all straight in my head, only place I can keep things straight, pretty much.
Would like to be writing poems, head full of stuff I need to get done at work, ick.
Ah, Planet of the Apes is on, nothing like a little historical drama.