I'm in my apartment this brisk Tuesday morning, with the window open, because I'm waiting for a phone call that I'm not looking forward to, and as a consequence, am literally sweating bullets. Contrary to what some would think, I dislike conflict immensely, but I tend to expect a lot of people (you know, CARE about what you're doing, don't be a lazy ass! that sort of thing), and as result, there will be some conflict. It's brisk, in the thirties, and the sprinkler system suddenly comes to life! Never mind that the last two weeks we have been deluged with constant rain, and this is the first time that the sun has tried to make an appearance. But what is most unnerving to me this that, because it is so cold, the sprinklers aren't just sprinkling, they're sputtering forth near frozen mist. It's a waste. And waste makes me unhappy.

[ rain, rain, go away... ]

I'm ready for the rain to end. I'm ready for the clouds to go away. There's not much light in the living room (where I do my work and writing), as the patio faces North, and it's really hard to stay motivated. All I want to do is nap, or read a book. Worst thing is, there's a long winter ahead.