annd back to coffee and whitman i go. my caffeinated awakeness is at odds with the dreary, steady rain that’s pouring outside guh. regardless, i’m going back to my books (yes, on a saturday morning) and open my windows and periodically get pricked in the eye by the random raindrop that gets caught in some sudden, faint wind and is diverted from its normal vertical course. just don’t land on my book. the pages are thin.