It’s raining hard and there’s lightning and thunder, and I just went out on the porch in the cool, wet air. Which means I now have the rather strong, very specific urge to go to a deep body of water, preferably an ocean, and jump in facefirst in order to dive to the bottom.

I don’t know why this happens. It’s a specific urge, and not at all intellectual. I mean, I sure wouldn’t mind being able to do that, but it’s not a conscious want.

I wish I could oblige it. 

Also, there was a fuzzy little adolescent raccoon hiding beside the porch, and I scared the fuzzy little pants off him. I wish raccoons weren’t so feisty, they look so soft and I’d love to touch one.