bliss and still raining
every so often, and more often than I should, I go on a rampage throughout the apartment to gather all the loose silver change that might be lying around. Why? you ask. The hot cocoa machine, I answer. Whenever steven comes home, his loose change is deposited in a little ashtray I once designated the loose change graveyard. So about once every two days, I raid it for the 50 or 60 cents that will buy me a cup of silky sugary goodness. Yum.