Well, somehow the rain and chill has pulled me OUT of my funk, and I'm finding myself happy and tranquil even as summer (quite objectively the best season) slinks out of Philadelphia in the night. I think I'm overdue for some quiet introspection, and my soul is glad for the mandatory meditation of autumn.

Yesterday, in some instinctual fit of cold-weather-nest-preparation, I ventured to the House of Tea in south Philly to stock up on (you guessed it) orchid oolong, tea of the Gods. I woke up this morning positively thrilled to don a polka-dotted fuzzy robe, brew a cuppa, and sit at my little desk making up songs. It was a lovely morning, and I'm still in my fuzzy robe as I tell you (and myself): toil and whine to your little heart's content, but clearly, all is right with the world.