Bound to happen

I have been drawn from the hermit's cave to make the following proclamation:
Today is 20102010 day! As predicted by the Mayan calendar, this event will not occur for another hundred years! Maybe even more! Surely the auspicion of such an unlikely event heralds an opening of the heavens and an outpouring of good luck! Be certain to do something daring tomorrow, or start a project that you've needed to do for a while.
(Thanks for the reminder, Rick.)

Into this night I wander

It's dark; the only light is the ethereal blue glow of the subaquaeous lamp from the pool inside and the reflected light of Auburn Hills against the clouds. The lower half of me is submerged in the gently rolling hot water, while the upper half of me is tickled by the pelting, cold, demanding drops of rain that dance on my skin, fill my eyes. "Be alive," each drop says in its tiny voice, "this spark, this impact is to remind you that you are alive. Be alive." The continous soft melody of rain striking the concrete, the water in the pool, provides the harmony to their melody. "You are a part of this. You are an intrinsic piece of the everything." My obsessive focus, my worry and fixation on what will be, soon enough, forgotten minutiae, dissipates like the sparkling vapor thrown up from the water's surface.

This is an excellent reason to have a hot tub.

Oh and PS

I have a ripe bartlett pear drizzled with meyer lemon caramel.

You may hate me now.