When nothing ever happens, the brain dies a little. Sure, lots of time to read and watch Dr Who and all that but without any human stimuli it just turns to a mush. Right now, I’m that mush. Too old applesause that got these lumps in it? Hello.

And I wish it could rain a little. Not much, but a little. Splatter against the window and the cool kind you can walk around in without getting soaked wet. It makes you feel alive, at least if you’re anything like me.