raining softly

“Glup! Glup! Glup!” says the rain falling upon the roof. It rained yesterday as it rains to-day and the morrow; and I have no doubt it rained the day before yesterday.

Perhaps I am imagining the pouring rain. Sometimes I wonder about my existence; it seems mere fantasy. I surmise: cogito ergo sum. Consequently, were I not to think, would I cease to be? As for when I sleep?

I am currently working on categorizing my travel photos. I should have it all up and running in a few days. For now some of the galleries are available. By hell, it’s been an awful mess!