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So here I sit, in my room upstairs, sipping Blueberry Chai Tea and listening to a combination of the rain and wind incessantly pound against my window mixed with a little Bela Fleck and the Flecktones. At times the storm outside pounds so hard it's all I can hear and even, at times, feel, as the floor, walls and windows shake. Then it simmers down a bit, and the music of Bela, Vic and Futch drain back into the mix as if the weather outside was just another solo. "Theme, banjo solo, bass solo, storm solo, drumitar solo, theme, next track." At times I swear, since it's a live album, the folks applauding are actually celebrating the neato sounds the world is creating as the madness outside continues it's (hopefully) futile attempt to break through to my safe world of iTunes, tea and oatmeal.

My ears occasionally pick up the sounds of a television off in the distance. "Occasionally." As in, oh, twice or so in the last hour when the planets align and there is a break in both the beating outside and the beat inside. The TV news people are freaking out; at least they were this morning, as I'm sure they still are. "Highway 17 Northbound is closed!" "Several semi trucks have overturned on Bay Area Bridges!" "The cameraman trying to film me on the peak of the mountain road as I desperately beg for ratings just fell over! We're so brave!"

Meh. That's someplace else. Right now, I'm here. Actually, It's about time to stop writing, sick back, and enjoy.

Later-

-E