A little late, but better then not at all, I can't remember if it was raining or not.
It's so strange to be home, its so quiet here that I find myself straining for sounds of upstairs people walking, the guy next door playing guitar or suite mates talking. Of course I don't miss people coming in and out of the gate, the alarm going off when people are stupid, and when people come in and out noisily at odd hours. But the house feels empty.
Ah well, perfect day to write a paper and catch up on all the assignments I haven't done.