Raining, dark, blowin'... The other morning occurred to me an overwhelming sense that I should be thankfull for the small thing such as this nice coffee-maker, glass coffee pot that I could just waltz out here and make coffee in practically whenever I wanted to....a dry kitchen with running water...a nice hot gas stove fire. a nice bathroom sink with runnning hot & cold water---even if one has to wear shoes there all the time due to the toilet leaking water & urine all over the floor for the past 4 years... When the void gets yawnin g & overwhelming one holds onto the tiniest thing. And you still go out and cry at the universe behind the tree in the backyard, yelling your anger & your fury into the darkness and your legs get cramped and your feet get wet... I cried when we watched Exit To Eden nar the end where Rosie advises "Now, we have to cultivate the good ones, you know," because as much as a bozo 'e's 'bout human sense there's probably no more gooder one than this on the scale of things.