One more day.

The sky was white and white and white and grey this morning. It poured, hard. I recited poetry and prayed while I drove to pick Fran up from school. It is somewhat difficult, trying to usher in spring when the sky is opened up like that. I have been trying though. I promise that to you.

Our table is currently covered in lemons. I made lemon curd to curb the influx, but my attempt failed miserably because Mother brought a whole other bag home that night. So now. So now I'm playing with the idea of lemon pudding, though K sent me a recipe for dark chocolate. I might have it in me to adapt it. That takes time though. Time that I'm not sure I have yet.
See, I have one more final. One more final tomorrow morning.
It's biology. And it has 100 questions on it.
I'll live though. I'm sure of it. I'm too busy enticing spring to come live with me to die of school.

And the lemons, someone needs to recite Keats and Dickinson under the breath and make lemon pudding cakes. And that someone is me. So rest assured, I will survive this quarter.

Josiah James.

Dear Fleur.
This is Josiah James. He pretty much rules my head today. No joke. I am singing his songs even though I don't know them.

His music makes me happy.
And I am writing a story while listening to this song. But I kind of want it to be a movie. If I ever go into film, Josiah's music will be in my movies. But first I have to get into college screenwriting...
My story is about a potter with ugly hands. So not original. At least I don't think it is. The idea is cliche. To me.
This song is anything but though.

I am going to go and dance in the rain and maybe make a loaf of bread now. And sing that song.
Love Bells.