Missing Piece

After the remarkably good weather of the last couple of days, today has been pretty miserable. I didn't feel like joining the walking party who went to Castle Tioram on Loch Moidart, so instead went with my Dad to Acharacle to buy postcards and have coffee in the café there while watching the rain.

I spent the rest of the day in a similar fashion; sitting around writing postcards, writing poems, drawing, and playing games.

Talked with Helen this evening - mostly about her celebrity crush on Skandar Keynes. I can't help feeling there's a missing piece in my own life; but then it's better to dwell on what's there and not what's missing, or you don't see what the picture actually is.