It is a Saturday afternoon and I am here, in my house, while the wind blows and the rain flows. It has been raining non-stop (for all practical purposes) for 3 days. And after a whole week, I am still trying to get this head cold out of my system.

Been to 2 "rock shows" this in the past three days and the third is tonight, after which we are hosting a sleepover for the out of town folks that make the trek to the great Queen City. Am I looking forward to it? In a strange way, maybe I am. My husband's old roommate from NYC is in town for a visit. They are down in the studio making sweet alt-rock music. I often wonder what it is like to have such a passionate outlet for one's feelings. I mean if I could turn all the discontent and anxiety I feel into a beautiful song, now that would be something! But alas, I am forced to ruminate on the same ole crap, round and round I go on the verge of insanity.

Having him here, makes me miss the big city. He was telling us how he spent his hours during the "great blackout" of '03 and I do believe we were fighting off pangs of jealously. I mean only in New York can you walk out into the pitch black of night, drunk on lukewarm beer and hear a great brass band coming down the street in an impromptu parade. And after following said parade to the waterfront, find yourself at the end of the evening with a pocket full of free weed. I mean who wouldn't be a bit envious? Here the most exciting thing to happen is...well...still trying to think of something remotely comparable to that. I got nothing at this point.

But hey, in 30 years we will officially own our home and that has to count for something, right?

My SS Today: 6 (An old friend is in town and we are going out again tonight! It's the simple things really.)