Rain, rain, rain ... glorius or inglorius, still rain, yes, muck. At our house, here in the central valley of California, the rain has brought us April flowers in March. We've postponed working on the taxes and really should get going on that and call Mom, go shopping for food, etc. Perplexed with the news of us sending in anti-aircraft missles into Tripoli last night. In the event of tragedies like Japan, I'd rather see our resources, men and women who serve to be at the scene of natural disasters. Be there pulling that nation together, instead of having to deal with angry and impatient ones who play games with the lives of their own countrymen. Pray they see the colors of blood and leave that field to play inside. Draw those voices inside to find the wisdom that we need to go where no rain will fall, where children are blessings, clung to as saviours of the world we actually valued once.

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Here are some photo's that we downloaded yesterday from a trip last summer to Italian Bar campsite, which is near the north fork of the Stanislaus River.

It's lunch time and I'm still sitting in my new silky PJ's. I know, you're anxious for me to start on our list of things to do today; go buy more photo paper, maybe take a drive to that Antique show that we both know will be a dud. Although, we know in the back of our minds (or I guess you are probably thinking) that guy who always sells crocks is there with one you don't have.

I want and you want different things and yet we discuss this. I give in eventually to the things you want. I want and you always give. What I really want is after Sunday is gone, laughter for me. I'll get it listening to the radio on my way in to work, but I'm not looking forward to work.

Not looking forward as I'm still in process of last month's reports, and others that are overdue, and then dealing with the mess of moving from a large office the three of us analyst's were sharing to three tight little cubicles next to the newest analyst.

Attitude - where's my can do attitude?