down the street, it was raining so hard and so long last night.

Did you hear it? Like my friend Sandra(and now to her amused chagrin, her two year old) says: 'It was pissin' down rain last night!'

The torrent was so loud it woke me up, not once, but three or four times!

Amazing how much water the earth can absorb, there's not even any visible puddles out there, much less the rivers, maybe even ducks floating by, that I was expecting.

Ducks. Hmmm... I must be hungry, 'cause now I'm thinking like a carnivore again. It's been a while since I ate me some duck.

I've been in a chicken kind of mood lately. Last night I took myself out for a fine, late, chicken dinner at the Light Gourmet, a new restaurant folks at work have been yakkin' about. So new, in fact, that when the fella runnin' the place saw me reading the menu, he actually came outside, wreathed in smiles, to tell me about their excellent soups. What could I say, I was hungry, so in I went and it was mmmmm... Even if they didn't serve the drumstick.

Today my friend Holly is coming over. She's in need of chicken soup and we're gonna make some art. Right now, chicken soup and art sounds perfect to me, a little slice of heaven.

Speaking of fowl, here's a little ditty that I just composed(if you can call it that) for a friend recovering from vasectomy-reversal surgery:

Ahem...

A special type of chicken.

Lay your newly shaven head in bed,
don't think 'bout the phone,
or the tone,
my special, tattooed chicken,
with golden corn and berries red.
Cause life is good and friends are nice,
even with their balls on ice.

Thank you.