Like tears from a star

It's rained here all day. Not a heavy, driving rain, but rather a steady shimmering sheet of tiny droplets cascading from a cold gray sky. It almost never rains here after mid-April, but here it is.

We didn't have much of a Mother's Day -- both KJ and my mother are sick with this stomach bug that's been going about. We had four or five people out from church this morning with it.

But Happy Mother's Day anyway.



As I sat at my workstation this afternoon, editing reviews for DVD Verdict and listening to the hiss of automobiles slithering past on the slick asphalt of the main thoroughfare just beyond our backyard fence, I couldn't get Sting out of my head...

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are

I guess I'm feeling ever so slightly fragile today.