There was no tomorrow; we packed up all our sorrows and we saved them for a rainy day.

aI have no particular reason to quote Tom Waits right now other than that he's always worth quoting. That's Tom Waits, not Tom Jones, and though both have the distinct and different merits I don't think the wry, pithy, cynical wisdom of Tom Waits is really part of the appeal of Tom Jones.

Anyway... off track. That last post... well, funny how in moments of brow-furrowing funk you can read something like that and think it patently ridiculous. I guess you have to acknowledge that for such moments to exist they have to be shaded by their occassional opposite. I don't mean that to sound melancholy - but when those feelings have come along, lately, it helps that step upstairs and see a sight like this, big as life in front of me:That's off the coast of Capri, by the way. Damn.