Friday

A storm is blowing in. A flock of robins are enjoying the remains of a neglected grape vine in my neighbors backyard. They sense their next meal might not happen for another day or so. The cat and I watched this ballet from behind our rain speckled back door. It's quiet in my house. Fridays are like Saturdays with the man-child off of classes and me out of work. I'm really glad we've got a bit of rain coming. I'm feeling the urge to hibernate.