Life doesn't get any better than this. Cold, icky, rainy New England, a cup of hot coffee, the fireplace going, and a quiet house to myself at 8:30 in the morning. I have nowhere to be, not much in the way of chores to do, and I can work on writing and web page stuff, maybe even fiddle around with mp3's later.
Is anyone else worried about the surge in natural disasters? Seriously, the tsunami, two major earthquakes, the hurricanes—don't even get me going on the bird flu thing. (And no, it's not; because the Red Sox won the World Series last fall, as I heard one Yankee fan postulate at a wedding recently.) Is this nature's (or God, if you choose to believe in a higher power) way of reducing the population since we haven't had another World War? Punishment for immorality as the bible thumpers like to tout? Just the circle of life kicked up a notch? Or is it just coincidence, and there are no greater incidence of floods, fires, and pestilence right now and I'm just goofy?
Now that I've succeeded in freaking myself out, I guess I'll just stop there.
Oh, I finished "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" for my book club tonight. It was wonderful. You must, must read it. Gen, J, Bee seriously.