I love Sunday morning. It feels like ninety-five percent of the world sleeps until noon, and the morning practically belongs to me.

This morning I woke up at seven-thirty to rain actually falling on my face. My bed is beside my window, and I've gotten into the habit of sleeping with my top window open. It might not sound it, but being rained on was really nice. I can't wait until it snows.

I'm just so inexplicably happy. And Henry Mancini is really helping things along.

Can you miss someone you've never met?