The gentle tapping of rain is California winter. Some say it’ll snow on Saturday — the possibility stirs excitement like the double rainbow. But for now, it rains. Why is weather more interesting than anything else I want to share.
Papers on my desk are piled and recycled, piled and recycled; but lately, they’ve been piling into multiple heaps. I’m shackled by RSVPs and unsealed envelops. Who do I need to call? Where does this go? By when? Oh, I don’t want to répondez, s’il vous plaît! Unfortunately, I cannot recycle obligations.
grim, glum, grey. that’s how I feel today.
maybe it’s the rain.