Wasn't that a famous song back in the late '60s, early '70s, A Rainy Night in Brooklyn? (1970).
Not much thinking going on again today. I went to therapy, worked on my house ... and I can definitely see improvement even with things still strewn about. John and I picked up my mothership computer.
And yes, I am tired. So, back to the sounds of tires on the wet road, a bit more of M. Swann's convoluted love, and some sleep.
It did feel good to unpack boxes of books that were falling apart and contained not just the tomes but the dust of a few years. Onward!
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