Rainy Sunday Afternoon

 I came home from the country to a cat with a bung eye, she'd been in a fight.

The rain is falling on the glass roof, the sky is pale grey, the light is thick.

I'm playing Mezzanine. Some people swear to it's brilliance, I've never been able to sit through it in it's entirety.

It just seemed like that kind of afternoon. Melancholy. Soft glow.

I'm trying to squash my guilt of not taking Missy to the emergency animal hospital.