god love em,
these torrential downpours.
they spice things up and make sleeping-in more glamourous than a. hepburn.

today was mindexploding and now i crave a nap.
also, i have a serious crush on nancy botwin.

and what if we were all just woman warriors, fighting savages who feasted--on the richest fare earth sprung to offer--and ravaged their brawny husbands dawn to dusk to dawn for two weeks, all to retreat eventually into the nettles--with several appetites satisfied-- to hibernate calmly--in foxtail and cobweb hammocks--for a quarter moon while blood slowly reunites with ground and soil below?