It's tornado time so I'm holed up in the basement with the pregeny and the carnivores. Of course it's fully furnished with all the modern comforts, but it is a little cramped.

I have nothing particularly profound to say.

I've noticed that sort of mood comes and goes, like just about everything else.

I bought a Ukulele. I can't figure out standard uke tuning so its on EADG or DADG when i'm in that kind of mood.

Summers coming and my mind's numbing (ho ho! --- -.-) maybe i could write something good right now after all. Usually words just come and I attach meaning to them later. It's extremely difficult for me to write intentionally.

The air is pretty thick right now, and all the fabrics and the papers are all moist. That and all the warm make me feel like I'm in Florida. I was reading out on the porch last night and I closed my eyes and tried to listen for the sea to no avail... I'm feeling a pull in that direction right now - I might have to look for a school on the coast.

I've got five hours of tornado watch to blow down here, so I think I'll try writing a bit.