Winday, not Sunday

(Because it was windy, not sunny... get it? Hunh? Get it? Oh, never mind.)

I got up early today, before the sun, fed the cats and soaked in the mood of the rainy morning while trying not to get literally soaked. It was actually quite nice, in a spooky and miserable sort of way. I guess any weather is better than the non-committal, sort of Phantom Zone grey days we have so often in winter.

Otis and I took a walk around Green Lake after lunch. It wasn't raining then, but the wind was blowing to beat the band: there were actually waves in the lake and spray shooting up onto the walking path, as if we were on a beachfront promenade instead of circling a big man-made puddle. It was invigorating, to say the least.

Dingo called with some good news: her computer woes were on the milder side rather than of the fatal kind: burned out RAM (easily replaced) and likely no data loss. Now that she'll be connected again, maybe she'll be once again a presence in the blogosphere.

The rest of the day was filled with work and naps; next week is a full work week, after all: all five days, all schools in session, and all classes going full steam. I'm tired already. But if I ever think that it's really too much, I just have to read this piece from Carl Sagan to realize how little it really is.