greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

"Eighty dolls singing small world after all."

A thunderous night. One especially loud clap rattled the building and woke me and Spooky both. Selwyn hates this weather. The rain continues, though we had a few rays of sun earlier. Currently, it's 62˚F.

I didn't write yesterday. I'm still looking for the story I haven't found.

I've been listening to They Might Be Giants' "Ana Ng" over and over.


8:14 a.m.
Tags: ana ng, breakfast, not writing, rain, raisin bread, selwyn, they might be giants, thunderstorms

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