What a day, what a day. A cold nasty rain and some strong winds came on the scene, albeit not the gale force winds they were predicting. Mind you, days like this are part and parcel of living in New England, andI like the variability of the seasons here. But still, kind of uncomfortable when the water gets into your shoes.
Got a little writing done at Starbucks when I stopped in there. So I was more productive in that than I entirely expected.
As for tonight, it's still stormy out. So it's a goon night to stay in, curl up with a good book, and listen to Sassy.
She had a gorgeous voice and--it seems--an empathic connection with the musicians working with her. I can't think of a singer who better personifies the throb of life.