I don't enjoy driving in the rain.

I REALLY don't enjoy driving in the rain at night. on a two-lane highway. with 18-wheelers.

don't like it.

don't want to share wet, hard-to-see space with big trucks blinding me with their spray. sorry, trucks, get your own road.

tense. and makes for a slow trip.

podcasts didn't help soothe the situation, which is unusual, but Andrew Bird finally did. his newest record was a good grody-wet-drive antidote - suddenly, the trip was.. cinematic or something. romantic. I listen to so much spoken word stuff that I forget how music can do that. magic! :)

I have chicken and dumplings - ok, first attempt at typing that was 'dumblinks' - in my belly, and dear husband has run a nice bubble bath and placed my new Real Simple neatly on the towel for me to peruse whilst soaking.

I love coming home. and because I'm already feeling so much better, enjoy the following jam:





bring it, weekend! I am sleeping in.

-m.y.