Today’s rain is gorgeous, romantic, voluptuous. This is weather for journaling, dreaming, lolling against pillows, chewing on the end of your pencil, basking in black-and-white films. For listening to nature work hard outside your window, and for slowly, slowly sipping lavender-earl grey tea. It is a day for making love, for writing letters by hand, for choosing colors to paint your someday house. But because I am an alleged grownup and have far more rigorous activities scheduled today, I shall now pour a gallon of coffee down my gullet. IV administration may be advisable.