here comes the sun

Man, I sit around for three months and the second day back to work the sun comes out and the temperature is 67 degrees. Go figure.

Lovely! Outstanding! But the best I can do is crack my car windows and turn up the music.
Someone out in ghetto-land (not my Indian compound neighbors to the right or left) grilled out hamburgers. The smells of curry and beef blew through the screendoor that Lilly decidedly made into her rhythmic beat box machine. Lord, give me strength. Raising an Aries child is like trying to contain a Bull bolting through a glass shop. We are perfect together--

But it's all good. (the motto for my recent production attempt--Guys and Dolls). I like to make my life as complicated as I possibly can. Always. It's a creed I live by.

If only someone could massage my shoulders right now so I could sleep. They are up around my ears at the moment. The human touch--sigh---what would I give? You have no idea.