Well, it seems as though the sun is flirting with me, and leading me on, I might add. Yesterday there was a glimmer on sunshine so I found it perfect for a walk. In my pants and camisole, I ventured out. There is something so sweet about powdery sand between my freshly manicured feet, with the odd wave splashing up onto my pants as if to say, peek-a-boo from the depths. After a mile or so, I sat and contemplated, sang songs I don't know the words to and laughed at myself. It was time to turn back, I was getting chilly. In favor of brevity, let's just say the skies let loose and I walked back in the poring rain. "Excuse me sir, can you help me? I seemed to have misplaced my tropical beach weather!"

But apart from that, things are swimmingly well. Tonight is our big party. The dress chosen is a little strapples number, ice blue, sassily short, decorated with dragons and flowers in red and navy. I thought about bringing heels, but seeing as I'll probably end up barefoot behind the bar, flip flops will do.

In other matters, almost every other matter, there seems to be hope around the bend. It is hard not to raise one's hopes when one has so little to hope upon in certain matters. Let's just hope one's hope is not misplaced . . . yet again.

Random truth that has been my every breath lately:
The intimacy I long for in every aspect of my life can only and will be filled with Christ. What strength the truth brings!