It’s the apocalypse and it’s all my fault. It just keeps coming and never stops. But let me back up…

When I was child I loved the rain and could frequently be found outside trying to get a better view of the lightening during thunderstorms. Insanity runs in my family.

But I had a sort of love hate relationship with rain. On the one hand the cool air and the sound of the rain pinging off the roof tiles seemed like the siren song of some gentle water elemental lulling me to sweet slumber. Trouble is, rain still knocks me out like so much liquid Benadryl. No wait, Benadryl is already a liquid. Ok, it’s like some sort of watery…sleep inducing…thing. I never cease to image myself.

Anyway, I was crazy in a lot of other ways as a kid as well. For one thing I was incredibly superstitious and took every fairytale, myth, fable, urban legend and ghost story seriously. I was so scared to step on a crack for fear of killing my mother that I’d hurl myself across broken sections of the sidewalk, knowing full well I have no sense of grace and would probably break my noggin in the process. But back to rain. I was something of a tomboy (refrain from gasping) as a kid and loved to be outside so when it would rain I’d sing that old nursery rhyme:

Rain, rain, go away,

Come again some another day,

We want to go outside and play,

So come again another day.

But then one day it occurred to me that ‘another day’ would eventually arrive. I was positively convinced that one day, completely out of the blue; a raging storm would converge over my person and proceed to drown me. I stopped singing the song. But I’m afraid ‘another day’ is upon us. That or this is typical weather for Delaware in June. I prefer my loony but more entertaining theory.

The rain never seems to cease and all I can do is sleep. I’ve played loud music, danced like a spazz, drunk cup after cup of coffee, nothing works. I’m helpless against its irresistible melody. Today I fell asleep standing up in front of my pantry door with my hand still on the knob. I guess it doesn’t help that the meds I’m taking make you sleepy either but I blame the rain. Something must be done.

So I’m building an ark and setting sail for dryer lands. You and a guest are invited to join me so long as you bring your own towels and don’t taunt the lions. As soon as the ship is done I’ll let you know. I’ll get started on it asap….I just need to rest my eyes for a sec…zzzzz. Good luck and blessings, Prana

No, I’m not dead, despite feeling like I’m dying and on a few occasions hoping I would die. The chest cold Sean brough home turned into a full blown sinus infection. In the first week I tried homeopathic remedies. In the second week I tried to kill it with any and all drugs at my disposal. By the third week I’d had enough and since our insurance finally kicked in I went to the doctor. I’ve been on antibiotics and antihistimenes for four days now and my temp is still hovering between 99 and 101 but I’m starting to feel better. I go in a couple weeks to have an ultrasound of the hematoma in my leg (from whacking it on the coffee table last December) to make sure there isn’t a clot cutting off the blood flow. Anytime I stand for more than a few minutes that leg gets very tight and swells up making it impossible to walk so I’m hoping we can get that resolved soon.

Having been sick for the last few weeks and barely getting any sleep I haven’t had the energy to do much around here which is why the house is a landfill and we’re surviving on cereal. Now that I’m starting to feel better I’m doing a little each day to improve the house and yesterday I even ate some hot food. We installed two of the three AC’s so at least we can get some sleep but the rest of the house is a furnace. Its roughly 90 degrees in most of the house and extremely humid and uncomfortable. We’re still having issues with the creepy crawlies as well so I’ll be putting the plastic up over the rest of the windows this weekend assuming I don’t come down with the bubonic plague which is entirely possible.

Ok, enough with the whining and negativity. In happier news I’m learning to use Illustrator and I’m working on some new stuff. Also, I’ve discovered the BBCA channel and have decided to become British in so far as stealing all their slang. I also got really interested in two of thier shows, Hex and Doctor Who and I’ve downloaded all the available episodes. I could just wait patiently and watch them on tv but I don’t have that kind of will power. Hex isn’t the kind of show I typically watch, it’s a supernatural teen drama full of sex and angsty melodrama but I have a girl-crush on Jemima Rooper and can’t help but watch it. As for Doctor Who, I hated it when Sean first started watching it but now I think it’s kind of charming and funny in a B movie kind of way.

Ok that’s all I can manage right now. I’m exhausted and dizzy (yay for side effects!) and I’m going to go lay down. Good luck and blessings, Prana