phoenixbane

Today my heart was such as the weather. Cold and dreary, the silvery... poor frog... clouds stretching overhead blocking the sun from coming through to allow any chance of goodness or warmth within. The cold rain drizzling down with some sleet, growing in intensity more and more as I got closer to my place of residence. I trample through the muddy front yard and through the gate, up the stairs and into the dwelling. I go directly to my room where in a moment of mindlessness throw my drenched coat onto my bed. I proceed to sit here and type on this poor electronic excuse for a journal. And while we're on the subject, I need to put some power steering fluid in my car...