I've Got Nothing To Say But It's Okay

Good morning.

There is ALWAYS a line from a Beatles song that will say it all, isn't there?

So I got three hours sleep last night, got up at an ungodly hour this morning and took Mr. Moon to the airport. Tropical Storm Ida has brought us nothing but a bit of rain and so there were no flight delays or cancellations but they say we will get more rain today. Fine with me. The sky has a crazy color and texture to it. I know I posted a picture of branches yesterday but I like this one I just took even better.


I listened to a bit of what our preternaturally tanned governor had to say about the storm yesterday which was something along the lines of that the main things we should be concerned with about this storm are heavy rains, winds, high tides and the possibility of tornadoes.

Yep, Guv, that about sums it up.

The only thing I liked about Jeb Bush was how he'd do his hurricane speeches in both English and Spanish. His brother, our former president, could barely speak English so it was highly surprising and refreshing to hear Jeb speaking the Espanol although he was married to a Mexican woman so I suppose I shouldn't have been too impressed. I doubt G.W. could have learned Spanish if he'd been put in jail in Tijuana for ten years. But perhaps he, too, can speak Spanish. I'll bet if he can, it's not very good Spanish.

Anyway, here I am. My first morning alone and I feel fine. I'm about to go back to bed, to tell you the truth. I just had to get over the worst (best?) of my coffee buzz before I could attempt sleep. When Mr. Moon woke me up at four-thirty I immediately drank a cup of coffee as inky as the sky. Then I had another. It must have worked because I drove home without incident.

I'm a bit excited about having eight days to myself. I wish I could wiggle my nose like Samantha and my entire house would be clean and sparkly. Why did that crazy witch continually try to prove she could live like a regular mortal? That was insane. If I had witchy powers, I'd be twitching my nose all day long and my house would be pristine and so would my chicken coop. As it is, the spiders have taken over again and there is dust everywhere and the floors need mopping. Which reminds me that before I had that first cup of coffee I realized Zeke had peed in my bathroom so I better go clean that up before I go back to bed.

Which I better do now because I might get to see Lis today who is in town to mix her CD and yes, I do have rehearsal tonight. We had rehearsal last night, too, and it was fun. Kathleen and I are a good team as the sound effects gals and besides that, when our pianist was playing and singing "Sentimental Journey," Colin said to me, "Let's dance," and we did, poorly and awkwardly but sweetly, nonetheless, across the stage as the poor musician tried to ignore us.

"They will not be dancing during the performance," said Jan, our director, when the song ended.

"Maybe," I said. And we all laughed. I love the Opera House. I do.

So. Good morning. Good morning, good morning.

I am hoping my husband gets to Canada safely. When he was leaving I said, "Come home to me." He promised he would. He called the house to make sure I'd gotten home safely before his plane boarded.
I'm going to miss him but I'm going to be happy, knowing he's doing something he loves so much.

And there's a rose for you. It's a crap picture but we all deserve flowers.

Good morning.