it rained all night. loud on our metal roof. it did sound like drumming. they say that cliches are always right.

looked at and read Beverly Jackson's blog. feeling nostalgic for the first time since we moved here.

well, ania, snap out of it. you live in a beautiful place, and so who cares that it is closer to the north pole than to the rest of the world.

it is still raining. oh, and it is going to rain for the next 4 days, says my 5 day forecast. i miss my friends today. it is a day to go to a small caffe on the Danforth or in High Park, sip hot chocolate, watch umbrellas through the raindrops on the glass, talk about anything and everything, order a polish pastry or two.

maybe i need a hot chocolate or something.