Rain, Kundera
September 11, 2009
‘Twas a cold, rainy day today, though I managed to crawl out of my warm bed and work at the store. It was quiet but I was content drinking coffee from my travel mug and playing around with the displays until Marissa joined me. Days like these make me excited to wear sweaters and drink hot coffee and, when I get home, immediately change into my sweatpants and throw a blanket around my shoulders.
For some reason, I’m really excited that it’s the weekend, even though I’ll be working both days. Sushi tonight and then drinks with friends, though. What are your plans?
Here is a passage from The Unbearable Lightness of Being to keep you warm:
No, it was not superstition, it was a sense of beauty that cured her of her depression and imbued her with a new will to live. The birds of fortuity had alighted once more on her shoulders. There were tears in her eyes, and she was unutterably happy to hear him breathing at her side.
