internal clock

i just noticed something kind of odd. i only type on my blog about once a month.

January 18.
February 20.
March 27.

Is this odd to anyone else?

i suppose that my body has a monthly internal clock--similar to my daily internal clock that doesn't always wake me up on time during the week, but never lets me sleep past 8:00 am on the weekends-- which tells me, chica, you haven't been witty in a while, it's time to show your stuff.

and then i try to be witty. and realize that i'm not as witty as i think...or that i'm way wittier than i thought.

rain whispers.

i just heard the thunder roll and saw the lightning strike, and it made me want a big black mug of hot chocolate (with marshamallows, of course), a blanket, and some goloshes. it also made me wish that i was as cool as kathy seldon or don lockwood...because let's be honest, they'd not only rough it, they'd sing and dance in it. sometimes, i sing in the rain, but i secretly know it's not as cool as when good ole don did it.

nevertheless, the rain always seems to whisper comfort and peace to me. i love that me and the rain are secret friends.