Wednesday Night

The joy of working at 7:30 in the morning is you are done by 4:15. It is now 7:30, and I have come home, played with the cat, changed out of work clothes, started laundry, eaten dinner, put on the Giants game, chatted online with my mom, and now I am sitting at the kitchen island, sipping a small glass of brandy while I watch the water droplets accumulate on the window, from the rain that is still mostly misting down, but which is gradually coalescing into something fiercer.

A black classic VW Bug pulls into the Burger King parking lot down the hill. It looks old and tarnished, but still shiny from the rain. The fog is creeping over Twin Peaks.

The brandy is hot and prickly on my tongue, then slides down my throat.

Later on, I will sit down and read the rest of last Sunday's paper, which is too big to read in one day.

Nights like this, it is pleasant to just let your mind be quiet, have no real plans or deadlines, just a few general inclinations.

There are changes in the air, advances to be made. But for tonight, time to relax. Too much heavy thinking just weighs down the mind.