morning.
eyes flutter into half-open awareness, the sky my favorite flat grey through the blinds, afghan rumpled around our feet.

today is a day that wants a long walk in the rain, followed by a hot bubblebath with a glass of port and a good book. a warm bed to curl in after, with soft music and good conversation, maybe bread and cheese. mmm, definitely bread and cheese. earl grey in my favorite mug. softcotton sheets and the pattering of rain. ahhh...

unfortunately, most of those are out of reach. the walking was accomplished and nicely, but good luck getting me to set one delicate little toe into the dorm tub. slimy weirdness does not equal relaxing bubbles, and i'm not about to smuggle port in (even if i could afford it) if i'm not going to have the bath to match. the bread is moldy and the last of our cheese was sacrficed to a chips and salsa conglomeration last night. perhaps the earl grey and conversation later on, but, as my roommate so appropriately noted, a seven-story drop makes for little rain-noise. and my bed will be so cold...