This picture kind of cracks me up.  It may not be totally amazing, and I may have oversaturated that white curtain on the left, but I love that it makes me kind of wonder what’s going to happen next.

And right now, I guess I feel a little like I am trapped in that “what’s going to happen next” frame.  It’s that strange period in life where nothing is defined and everything is up in the air.  In a way, it’s much like spring: one day sweltering and sweating in the 70s, then getting rained on, and finally getting blown away with a 30-mph wind and a 30-degree drop in temperature to match.

And just to prove how random all this is, here is the reason why I’m going to stop writing now:  I’m hungry.