Melanie making up. The house is glowing and warm in the summer night.
My two housemates are ready for Friday night.
I stay home and technically babysit with a monitor. But the kids have been properly tired out and there is not a sound to be heard from them.
Tonight I worship the green Goddess, Purveyor and Protector of Dreams manifest in Beauty.
I am listening to Aziza, the group I was studying with in Africa in 02. It rocks! Their music, which takes material from different tribes in Ghana, has wonderful singing and mesmerizing drums. I have danced to some of these rhythms.
And then I am blogging;
I think blogger-thoughts;
I think about the connection with you my friends and readers who tell me from time to time that you are visiting here; I thank you!
And thank you to you who just drop in!
And thank you to you who have commented - (that's you, Sue ;-)
I must concede that I don't leave many comments with others, so I guess I don't deserve them.
Talking blogger-talk is a sign that one has been infected with bloggeritis.