Something about the rain inspires me to write. I had a class at eight, but the Prof for my 9:30 speech class must have decided not to brave the icy roads in Springfield; after 15 minutes, waiting for him to appear, our class disbanded. I have nothing until choir at four this afternoon.
Before I bury myself in study, I must tidy up:
~put away clean laundry
~stow costumes from yesterday beneath bed
~do a little dusting
There's something wonderfully therapeutic about dusting, isn't there? I've found that, somehow, knocking cobwebs down helps clear the cobwebs in my mind.
I finished reading A Wrinkle in Time this morning. Madeleine L'Engle has been one of my favorite writers since the year she appeared in Victoria magazine as Writer in Residence. I somehow managed to escape reading Wrinkle as an adolescent, and what a shame!