ANOTHER RAINY DAY

It's another rainy day, and I say, thank God, or Whom/What Ever. And not only is it raining, it's a rainy Saturday, which means there's absolutely no reason to do anything. There are no "have to's" today. I can just listen to the real sound of music...rain...as beautiful as Bach's Cello Suites.

It's gray, and chilly (I can't say it's really cold - this is LA after all) and it's wet. That's all the excuse I, or anyone needs to be a lazy layabout, read a terrific book, peruse a lightweight magazine, do a crossword puzzle, listen to NPR, or if you're really feeling deliciously slothful (and I have practiced sloth enough to make it an art form, and dabbled in those others...the deadly sins) - anyway if you're really feeling that sloth, you can even watch daytime television or Hulu, and only feel a little guilty. As I have confessed, I have indulged in all of the seven...wrath, avarice, sloth, pride, lust, envy, gluttony. I might even call myself a fan of a few. But not without the guilt. My guilt is certainly not ignited by religious fear or fervor. I fear the fervor of the guilt is simply human nature. Or maybe I'm applying my template to everyone, and it's merely my nature.

As is evident, while I'm celebrating the delight of doing nothing, I also have too much time to think, and my thoughts become a do nothing jumble.

But back to the marvelous rain. If rather than being alone, you happen to be with someone you find appealing, another of "the seven..." that works wondrously well to the rhythm of a downpour, is lust. And if you can combine all three elements...if you can manage to be slothful, with a lusty partner on a rainy day, you've hit the Trifecta. So be it...