Since 5:43pm yesterday evening, the sun and rain have been engaged in some sort of wild tango the sunshine whips the rain furiously across the dance floor, the rain stomps forcefully upon the sunshine. One moment is blue and gold, the next is streaked with gray. Lightning and thunder have me constantly looking over my shoulder and out onto the City rooftops. All that I can see is wet and droopy and confused. This type of weather makes me wonder what we've done wrong. Why are we being punished? I blame it on Elizabeth. This is what happens when people go on vacation.
Often when I think I have nothing to write about, I remember. I remember. I remember JA commenting on one of my entries:
"It's amazing how you can write 300 words about nothing, and make it seem important."