Ah, now I’m happy.

I take great pleasure from tropical rainstorms… even if I get soaked to the bone waiting for a bus, the massive crashes of thunder and the perfect sedative nature of being at home with all this noise outside is perfectly restive.

I’m here, comfortably curled up with a blanket and Newt… the only thing that’d make it better would be having my sweetheart under the covers with me. (and the additional fur-kids, too.)

Counting Newts is even better than counting sheep to fall asleep.