THIS might be the most wonderful of things- it's pouring rain outside and they're calling for snow in a few hours (we'll see if that happens or not...still not sure whether I'll be a believer) and my lovely roommates and I are doing as we did when we were little girls. We've gathered all the comforters and blankets and pillows and music players down into the living room. In an effort to save electricity (and win a competition for being the most economically friendly apartment) the lights haven't been on today and they probably will not be until we can see absolutely nothing on our own. The big window in the living room provides a movie screen of sorts for us to view the rain as it comes down on the facing townhouses and cars and bushes. I have the playlist going on my iTunes that was created by the english teacher from my junior and senior year of high school. She is so very dear to us...Brett Dennen, Rufus Wainwright, Ray laMontagne, the Beatles, Norah Jones, Nickel Creek, Fiona Apple, The Wailing Jenny's, Holly Palmer, Eva Cassidy, Suzanne Vega, Waterdeep, JayMay, and more populate this list that brings back so many peaceful memories and inspires new ones. On days like today it's so easy to forget what's on the to-do list and just write...for me at least. I'm sure that a lot of people would find other ways to spend a day like this but I see writing as the ultimate escape. There are forms to fill out for France...they will probably find their way onto my lap sometime soon because that is so important to me. But for now I write...and enjoy. Rain on the weekends is such a beautiful thing...