Music:the sound of cars we can hear because the windows are open!
And the mind drips. . .
It's 11:25 on a Saturday night and I'm sitting here under the recessed floodlights feeling extremely good. I need to remember that I become a lion before the rain comes and a lamb afterwards. Rain on Memorial Day weekend after a much-hotter-than-usual week: it doesn't get much nicer than that except when you're leaving for the coast the following morning, which we are. I can almost taste the salt. Actually, I can taste the salt already and it's not from that Bisquick biscuit our well-meaning Promisekeeper neighbor brought over this morning. Sometimes you just have to remember the names for things. Particularly their private names. Tonight's was "phocine."