Due to the overcast, it was warmer tonight than it has been for the last couple of nights. The air contains hints of fireplace smoke, and left-up Halloween decorations mingle with premature Christmas ones in peoples' yards. It's supposed to rain soon, and I'd like nothing better than to have a roaring fire in the fireplace, a hot cup of tea, and to be able to curl up with Jen on the couch while perhaps watching a movie or two.
While we do this, little magical folk will clean the house and mow the lawn. The kids will amuse themselves and not hit, prod, or bite each other. They will share toys and not spill anything anywhere.

Of the items mentioned above, the one about little magical folk is the most probable. Ah well, I love them all, despite the fact that they are conduits for the God of Chaos.

cds I listened to under gathering clouds: Lhasa "The Living Road", Lake of Tears "A Crimson Cosmos" and "The Neonai", Paul Chain "Park of Reason", and Cowboy Junkies "The Radio One Sessions"