"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Sunday, January 9, 2011

Cough.. cough.. blink...

Today is Sunday, right? I’ve been awake for about three hours and since I only got about two hours sleep….so far, I’m attempting to fill the night, ... cough…umm day, with quiet things. The spousal unit sleeps. And even though I will be rambling here as the brain is in ‘sleep mode’ I should be posting, right? Huh?

I think I hear rain. It is supposed to rain here, isn’t it? Oh, I got some incense yesterday. Three boxes actually: Midnight (apropos); Nag Champa; and Patchouli (the dude will be thrilled when I light up a Patchouli stick). He hates that smell. Me? I love anything that takes me back to the 60s and 70s. Especially Patchouli. Now if I only had a Joni Mitchell song playing in the back ground and *a river I could skate away on…. 



Sounds fun huh?
You totally wish you were me don't ya?







*reference to Joni Mitchell’s River song
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