from the loft

This morning was terribly rainy and I'm glad that Marc has bought me galoshes for my birthday. From our loft, where my computer is, you can hear the rain distinctly on the domed plastic window above. Despite the rain I was terribly productive with reading for my Comparative Health Care Systems class. Then, after my ADD crept in, I started checking email (I'm sure I'll elaborate on my internet obession at some later date) and discovered that one of my dear friends had a Blog. And then I got addicted. It reminded me of fond days of uncontrollable laughter and profound thought. Not that those days are gone. Some have warned that this is a waste of time. But I consider just another venue... In the romantic vein, I'd quote: "Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them." E.M. Forster. Brilliant. In the I'm-just-competing-for-best-laughs-vein, perhaps this blog will contain more than sentimental drippings but a refreshing return to the laugh factor formally known as Sita Ji and Ma Ji (or the Magnificent Melange) on the unforgettable isle of Mauritius. We'll see how it goes from here. Thank yur and take luck!