Wry toast

I think it is exceedingly clear that the person who is now writing the weather updates on weather.com was an English major. They are probably also a blogger. I know I am not the only person who has noticed the "abundant sunshine" description, Kelly has noted it before in conversation.

But today I got a new one. "Considerably cloudy." Alliteration! Is that you? Oh my dear old friend, how good it feels to be reunited. It's as if a long-lost literary love has leaped back into my longing limbs (how you like them apples?).

Seriously, though. I salute you, new-ish writer for the Weather Channel. I apologize that it seems your degree has lead you to very sad and lonely path. Or at least a stormy one... ha! Get it? Even I know that was bad, don't worry. Look on the bright side (I will let you all know that I resisted the urge to write "sunny" side), at least you have a job. And I bet it pays decent wages.

So, at long last, I raise my proverbial glass in a toast to you, overexpressive weatherperson. You're an inspiration to us all.

But this was the time of no reply

Tonight is one of those nights in our home where everybody mostly keeps to themselves. My particular brand of keeping to myself involves sitting on the porch listening to Nick Drake radio on Pandora. Nothing like lots of Nick Drake, Bob Dylan, and Leonard Cohen to really, really make one feel alone.

It's an interesting feeling to be alone right now. Since returning from Annapolis on Spring Break, life has been a very hectic ride. A great hectic ride with visitor upon visitor at the sweet little home on Morris Street.

I was utterly exhausted last night after I got home from work. Two weeks plus of having people go in and out of your home, your day-to-day, your nights-on-the-town would exhaust you, too. To be honest, I wasn't sure how much longer I would last with running at full-speed, but it was too much fun to slow down for very long.

Now I'm well rested. And I am enjoying being alone. It is not a sad loneliness. It is just a peaceful solitary. Maybe because I know that I'm not really alone. La and Emily are upstairs just behind their doors. Almost everybody else is just a phone call away.

My sister, the only person I can't contact at will, is still my sister and that makes not being able to contact her okay. I know that doesn't make sense, but it kind of does. At least in my mind. And this is my blog.

It's nice to have the option of being surrounded and being alone. If both parts of me were to play rock-paper-scissors for the ultimate control of my soul, I'm pretty sure that they would both pull the same hand. Each and every time. (Unless one of them pulled out "rain of fire" from behind a red velvet curtain.)

This morning I...

Went to bed a little after 4:15.
Woke up a little after 6:45.
Ran a 5k.
Am going to the beach for the first time this spring!

Love my life.