It is raining today! and it's cold I have on a sweatshirt even. We're going out to have a collective birthday lunch (Marc and Mine, Orka's too for that matter but she has to stay home) Pierre is working with Marc right now doing French or Geography or something. Last night had dinner with Roger. He mentioned something at dinner that made me cry, that made me think about what I really have no idea about. The picture he painted made something come to live for me and took it from the abstract or vague to something I could feel an be sad and mad about. I never thought I would feel anyone else's pain, except maybe Pierre's, but I was wrong. Very vague that paragraph. I think my camera has bitten the dust, I've charged it but it just goes back to being comatose after a short time. not sure what to do with it.