Jazz is playing, instrumental, on the radio. Saxophone I think. Its good.

The sun has finally appeared after a day and a half of constant rain, like was predicted.

Hubby is upstairs and he went for a solo breakfast with dogs at a&w at 10am. I was too tired to face this challenge on no sleep. I stayed behind and now I am trying to destress about my social inadequacies. I am so messy at times. Usually happy though and not hateful.

I am so not a saint despite cool 2 years visions of bliss and félicité in visions. In fact, the correct appellation is stoner. I am a stoner. Easy to feel inspired when you are and say the craziest shit as if it was a Truth of scriptures.