The rain is actually soaking my bed, now, which I think is pretty hilarious. It's only the end left-foot corner bit -- but it's been thoroughly soaked twice now -- the first time I was sleeping on the couch, so when I did encounter the wet corner the rain was gone and I couldn't quite believe it. This time I was watching (Bergman) The Magic Flute and the drips became apparent. I have never cared much for The Magic Flute, however I'll take all the Mozart that's going, thanks. I watched La Nozze di Figaro twice the day before. Too bad Mozart didn't make it to my age -- I'd be interested in his take on it. Something bizarre fell through that I'm not going to talk about, in my NEW! IMPROVED! blog of extreme joy. It fell through, as I said: a mixed blessing, but shit -- I'll take what I can get!