uneventful.

Isn't it nice when the notes of a piano strike in your heart? Isn't it nice to wake up from a nap with an idea in your head? Isn't it nice when that idea makes you forget something else that ha been preying on your mind. I often marvel at the nature of love yet I demur from admitting it. It seems like such a pedestrian concern. I wonder why I consider it so much. I must have a better book to read. I must have a better song to listen to.