RUSSIAN WALTZ

- Dmitri Shostakovich -


8.17 a.m. and the house is empty. They've all gone to church. I am home, still recovering. The car won't fit 6 of us anyway. My head's pounding, not because of the meds I'm taking, nor is it the flu anymore, but this deafening silence. Because of that, everything else is amplified: the wailing siren, the kick-start of a motorbike, the constant ringing of a bell of some sort (what is that?!), the splashing of water down below (somebody's trying to give a hippo a bath methinks), heck, for once there, I think I can even smell cologne.

I wish I could go hang out last night, after all, it's Halloween. But I didn't want to push it.

I wish I'm at the hills right now. But I don't want to push it.

I get sick too many times this year.

Then I read a note from Scott. Melancholy seems to be the theme of the day.

Thank goodness for Happy Tree Friends!

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