again

Here we are again. I meant to get to bed at a more reasonable hour. Not quite midnight; got a whole 25 minutes to go. I'm listening to the rain that isn't really rain (just dark jazz and rain noises on my phone) and imagining a slightly different world. 

It's fun. 

To the casual observer, I may seem dour, brooding, even a little dangerous, but I assure you, I am actually quite silly. 

Sometimes the rain is louder, and other times the music is louder, that's all. 

Having time off was not as productive as I hoped, but I did do enough to reach a kind of tipping point. 

I'm really enjoying having a mostly clear kitchen counter and dinner table. 

It feels like I can be more with less. And yet, that also is a fallacy because humans our tools, yes, but we also need art, decorations, frivolous stuff. Can't always be in survival mode; that's not a sustainable way to live. 

The stars gather planets to their orbit; so we gather loved ones and beautiful things. 

At least we should.