The English Weather

It rained yesterday- for the first time in weeks- proper rain not mizzle. This is good. It's being rained on so much that keeps England "green and pleasant."  While not going as far as Chesterton- who said he liked all sorts of weather except for the kind commonly called "good"- I think our climate is wonderful. There's so much variety. I love a bright summer's day, but I don't care for too many of them laid end to end.  I've been to consistently hot places- Egypt for dry heat, Kentucky for damp heat- and they're grim.

Today, after the rain, the sun is shining again and because of the rain everything feels refreshed. The lawn- which hasn't been cut for a good while now- is sprinkled with buttercups. 

Split Personality

I dreamed a friend of mine had split into two halves and one of them was rampaging about doing dangerous and threatening things. I approached the other half- who was sitting in an ice cream parlour being sick into a bucket- and said, "Your id is running wild. You really need to stop it." He said "Suppose I hit you?" And I said, "Then I'll stop being your friend..."