Hello,
We are home. I am sitting on a bed, a bed, yes, a bed. The futon is on my left with a gang load of things on top it. I am no longer feeling the futon vibe, it worked when I was in my early twenties.
The things on top of it, are things that my mother 'stored' in my room/penthouse. I don't know what they are, but I don't quite care.
I am motivated to work, but I don't have my desk setup, the roof leaks, so I can't risk putting 50 grand worth of equipment in the line of sight of rain drops, especially in Summer.
I am however listening to Regina Spektor's "Laughing With", I love this song:
and I quote:
No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken.
…
We're all laughing with God
It is a beautiful song.