So yeah

Any time I sit down to eat, breakfast or lunch, I end up watching these videos of people just walking around in the rain. I guess you could say I’m a pluviophile, or an ombrophile, if sounding posh with words is your thing. I don’t bother with that.

The rain’s out there, and I just write and write, as though the words are a bridge from the past to this moment. Every word is me walking across it like a long-lost lover meeting her first love all over again.

Wait, let’s just take that out real quick. I’m just here, writing while rain falls across the screen.

 

 

Who needs ghosts when you have my sister lurking?

So somehow I got pulled into watching Stephen King’s Rose Red yesterday. Halfway through, my little sister flicks the lights off to scare me. Can you believe it? We both just lost it laughing. She has no clue I’m bingeing The Tommyknockers and Storm of the Century tonight, and sneaking bites of my BBQ chips on the side. Shhh.