Today the sky went dark and the rain fell. I felt a weariness descend over me, despite getting a good night's sleep. Tomorrow I am to fly for business, but another storm approaches. I took deliberate steps today to achieve small goals. I am intrigued that this year's likely American Idol reminds me of a cross between Perry Como and Alfred E. Neumann. Perhaps I could take voice lessons, to have a professional confirm that I cannot sing. I am thinking of frames per second, and laboriously drawing images. Put me on the last bus to a verdant botanical garden, or perhaps the national aviary. I listened to "Pictures at an Exhibition" on the radio, and daydreamed about nothing in particular.