Music:Why Store - Lack of Water / John Hiatt - Memphis in the Mean
In other news, I love the long twilit summer evenings of the north, when everything is lavender and bright. More than anything but the smell of fallen leaves and the transparent vermilion of the sugar maples, they feel like coming home. I wonder if it's something in the Slavic/Scottish/Irish/Swedish heritage.
I just am not a desert rat.
You know what? I feel pretty good about things today. Even the books, which still contain an infinite amount of suck. But maybe it's a smaller infinity of suck each time.