In which I can't stand the rain (again)
The boat is all closed up now, but the rain is so loud it sounds like I'm inside a snare drum. I try not to think too much about the word snare, and turn on the movie I was watching when I fell asleep earlier in the evening: Ten Little Indians.
At 3:40 a.m., one's personal demons can speak very clearly. I will turn up the volume on the television and hope the storm passes quickly. Move along, nothing to see here.
Star of the day. . .Daliah Lavi