Rain.

Two years, and the rain comes, finally. It's a gentle touch. Here is a quiet space to say thank-you, and to move on. Each step does bring me further, no matter that the destination may shift.

Crypticism brought to you by the letter G, and by the numbers 5, 7, and 9.

Blarg

Sick. Always happens when I relax: all the stuff that's been chasing me but unable to catch me comes down. Oh well. Evening stuff cancelled until further notice. I'm gonna crawl into bed. I can't get out of work this week, so it's social stuff I'm cutting.