It was rainy all day today. I finished a book, did a 500 piece puzzle, made lasagna, and half-thought about things the whole time which made everything else go rather poorly (I am only vaguely sure how the book ended, some slight lasagna mishaps). Now I am going to start another book, perhaps curled up underneath a blanket, and contemplate more things that never reach anywhere, because there really isn't anywhere to reach.

It is what it is.