rain ... rain will tear me apart (again)

untitled; 6 x 9.25 inches, pen and ink on pages from an old math text book.

Big big rain today so the parka was pointless. Darker than hell, too. The wind was manageable until the causeway but then it was either me or the umbrella. C rather caustically remarked that it would be a fine day to own rubber boots. Yes it would, but the world just doesn't care about the few size fifteen bears out there.

Reached into the pocket of my rain jacket and found this.

It's either a butterfly or a nattily-hatted woman opening her coat.

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Little article in the NYT about the fine citizens of New Hampshire and their growing resentment over the healthcare bill. Hoping that new senator in Massachusetts will just kill the thing. Because they don't like the government making them buy health insurance, and all the small businesses will go broke picking up their end, and the government is getting too big, and the whole damn thing is just un-American.

I'm only starting to understand that 'American' means: leave us alone (unless we're scared, and then you can tell us to do anything).

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Watched Control this weekend, C's pick. A bio-pic of Joy Division frontman Ian Curtis. Just really, really well done.

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Bone dead tired these days, the first time this winter like it's seemed I could just lie down in the road. In the bath last night I woke myself snoring.

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Celebrity Rehab is back, much to C's enjoyment. Amazingly, there are people on this show who look worse than Mackenzie Phillips.