Today is not a day for going out. Today is a day for checking emails and Facebook, a day for writing blog entries and catching up on my reading. It is a day for getting on with my thesis, or perhaps even starting some new writing. It is a day for contacting school and asking whether they want me to help them out again this year. A day for looking forward to talking to my parents on skype this evening. Today is a day for drinking coffee while listening to Lyn compose. A day for wondering if chopper will pop by, then listening to the gossip he has for us. A day for settling myself on the sofa watching films. It is, above all, a day for looking out at the torrential rain wondering why autumn came so suddenly, while feeling cozy and warm and loved in here. Nah, today isn’t a day for going out.