So it is raining, raining here on this golden early summer day. Excuse me while I chase down my brain-children for a moment or two. There are loose ends that need tying today, and characters that need to find their way home. "It's lonely. Writing. But so is practicing tennis or football runs. So is studying. So is waxing the floor and changing the baby. So is life. We are less lonely when we connect. Art is a connection. I like being a link. I hope the chain will hold."