With the heavy rain outside, the sound of the water against the glass remind me of a cross between the end of the world and the beginning of political convention season. Just like peanut M&Ms, the two inclement events are the same foul flavor and consistency; cheap chocolate and soggy. Ah yes, there’s a ruckus brewing out there and I hope it stays the hell back.

Reading the last few lines reminds me of an old Peanuts cartoon, “It was a dark and stormy night…” Did Snoopy ever write a second line to his magnum opus or was it all an homage to the “all work and no play make jack a dull boy” in the Shining?

Speaking of interesting missives, there was an Ask Buddhapuss slated for today. Tragically, Master Buddhapuss slept the entire morning and afternoon on my favorite reading chair, suffocating my last pair of clean denim jeans. I was able to rouse him, but only long enough for dinner. The jeans were a wreck. There’s no hope for them in this life or the next.

After dinner the cat wanted none of this blogging business. My apologies.