Currently:
- the skies are turning grey
- the temperature is a comfortable 67 degrees
- Smoggie Catt keeps running in the house covered in a light layer mist
- my laundry is clean
Now I'm going to read a book and let Edward Scissorhands play in the background. Mostly because I don't have the attention span to just sit and watch the movie while it plays by itself.
And because nothing compliments a cool, grey day in my head like a good old fashioned Danny Elfman soundtrack. Nothing.
