I return home to find it much as I left it, only infinitely more beautiful for having missed it. It's unheard of that such a cold place can have seduced me so completely; it seems I can still surprise myself.
A perfectly rainy, Saturnine day ...perfect for all my swarthy intentions.
I've decided to present here a nugget of wisdom gleaned from my own life experience each time I have nothing real to say but insist on posting anyway. And since I have nothing of value to add here:
Probably the worst thing you can say to a crying woman is, "stop crying."