Well, the sun is back out. Just in time for me to go inside for 8 hours straight. The postage stamp of a lawn that surrounds this house is quickly turning into a jungle. I feel responsible for getting it shorn in some fashion. Once I pull the starter on the mower and start pushing it would probably take no more than a half hour to get the lawn cut, but I need the sun to stick around at least for a full day.
Last night I read the third straight story from Jim Krusoe's Blood Lake and Other Stories. I've loved his novels and his short stories seem to stray a little farther into bizzaro world, which is fine with me. I'm still craving a good novel to sink my teeth into, but these short stories work fine until I pick my next book to read.
I'm feeling a good bit of angst today. I lurch between wanting to shed a few tears, and wanting to drive very fast into the mountains. Anyway, it goes without saying that I'm in a Foo Fighters mood today, so I shall leave you with one of my favorites: "Monkey Wrench."