July 24th, 2001


Rainy Days and Tuesdays

I love the sound of rain coming down on the roof of the bedroom. It's even more noticeable since I moved into the back bedroom. The window was open, so it smelled fresh and wet, and I really could have just stayed in bed for several more hours, just being lazy.

But instead, I got up, convinced the kitten she really didn't want to go out into the misty wet (even though it was the mud I didn't want her to get into), got ready for work and rolled out the door.

It really hadn't even rained that much---just enough to make things wet and smell fresh.

I know, a strange sentiment coming from a Seattelite, but still.....