I really do have it good. I work from home, get paid well and do not have to visit Kansas or the east coast all that often. Sometimes it is difficult to remember how good I really have it. Today is one of those days. The rain falls sideways, and the sky is various shades of grey. Thunder rolls through on occasion, shaking the windows and terrifying the dog. I guess she isn’t totally deaf after all. Even the with all the skylights and large windows in the house, it feels dark and empty. The cat, staring longingly out the dining room window, has in his gaze captured my mood perfectly (assuming that he is thinking about how cold and miserable it is outside, yet how depressingly trapped he feels inside rather than just thinking that it’d be nice to nip out back and pee on something).

Warm inside, cold dark and wet outside. And yet the insecurity of outside is what I want right now. Or maybe I just want to sleep through noon; most likely it is sheer laziness rather than unhappiness that prompts me to give up on what I have.

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