Ominous weather- it keeps you on your toes.  Or, as so many an old man has said in so many a cliched screenplay, "There's a storm a brewin', I feel it in my bones."  I wonder if pathetic fallacy is a chicken and egg situation- am I down because it's raining, or is it raining because I'm down?  Surely King Lear may have saved himself a few acts of trouble had he simply paused to wonder if this whole stormy rage thing wasn't just a serious case of the blues mixed with some seasonal affective disorder.  But alas, the fool wasn't into that kind of advice giving.  He was more of a riddle-me-this kind of guy. Him and Nosferatu.

But as I was saying... the weather no be good today, and so it is doubtful that Morgan and I will make our weekly appearance.  Which has me sadly cooped up inside, staring at a jar of lollipops that won't find a home in the mouths of confused pilgrims seeking guidance.   Or in the mouths of you know, the kinds of people who come to see us.  Who are usually just having a laugh, to be fair.  

But luckily Morgan has already put on his gear for next weeks' anti-rain dance.  (I think he has, though those may just be his jogging shorts.)  So come along next week for some fun in the sun-  If you bring the dacquiris, we'll bring the sympathy, and it'll be loving advice, all round!

And hey, if you don't trust me, take pop music's advice:  You're never going to stop the rain by complaining.  So be free, nothing should be worrying... um... you.

Love and squallor (we miss you dearly, come quickly and bring movies),

xx Deborah.

PS:  I'm still a little nervous about this whole blog thing.  So Mr. P Fallacy, if I offended you, just know that I love your work.  Please don't stop the sun from shining when I'm in a good mood.  You have a real way with... appropriate.  x.