What a difference a day makes. I woke up to thunder. There is something sinister about thunder in the morning. Thunder is supposed to be in the middle of the day or during the evening. Or if it's a scary movie then in the middle of the dark night. But when you get up the morning? That's just spooky.

But I welcome the thunder. Because it means rain. It rained. Sweet, cooling rain. The air was still hot and thick. But walking to work in the rain was a refreshing break from the newly started summer.

And not much more happened. A quiet day. Skye isn't here right now. She's at the Zwan concert. Yup, it didn't work out. Sucks a lot. But I hope she's enjoying the Zwan goodness. I'm confident we'll get our concerts together in the future. I want that. The two of us in the music.

Maybe Hadassah Wax, who knows. plug plug. Support the future of music. And I mean real music, not the looped drum beat kind.

But that's enough for now. I miss my baby.

Let's rock.

np: hadassah wax - broken mirrors