Les pensees d'aujourd'hui

:Summer playlists of men who sound like women are as rockin' as a big bowl of chicky.

:There's a large picture of a cat on the back of my crossword today. I take this as a good omen.

:Singing is fun, singing is good, singing is medicine for my swirly whirly head.

:I have an urge to hike, to dance, to see Paris in the rain, to drink lemonade and throw rocks at trains.

:I wish July would last forever. August is full of things that frighten and excite me. But when it comes, it will be gone too soon.

:Then comes small decisions, settling into routines, dressing up and waking up, breaks from routines, big decisions, larger decisions, titles of John Mayer songs, huger decisions, and humongous unanswerable questions that loom overhead in big hot air balloons that I will never be able to travel in because of my fear of heights.

:I have a problem. It's called paranoia and it's called I worry and it's called lunch with Hannah!

:Stupid clouds. Stop crashing into me.