It's raining, it's pouring ...

okay so the old man isn't snoring ... and it's not really pouring ... but it is raining. Cold and wet ... bone-chilling cold ... you know the kind most readily found here in the North. Grey skies, wet leaves ... icy puddles ... definitely not the kind of weather to inspire anything remotely close to "singing in the rain" or splashing through puddles, not even in rubber boots!

the glory of fall ... its wondrous multi-colored leaves and crisp air has been replaced by a muted almost ugly landscape that wafts of decaying water sodden browned leaves scattered everywhere. Makes you almost wish for snow ...

i finished "The Host" by Stephenie Meyer last night ... unbelievable story that has me saddened that it's over. It'll be tough to pick out the next book to read ... as it'll be hard not to compare.

been up a few hours ... getting Stef ready for another audition this afternoon ... which means another day of waiting ... so I'd better go pick out a book from the pile in the office. It's sure to be a Starbucks kinda' day ... watching people through the window, reading an article or two from the paper and munching on the words of whatever title I happen to choose from the top of that pile.

stef just reminded me ... eleven days until Nic comes home ...