Sunday, November 18, 2007

I miss my old life.

Um, hello, yes............this is our life now, until Christmas.




Unrelated: Today, had a rare moment of being grateful for someone else's smarts. Good work, Clark Kent!

Either age or the change of scenery is making me increasingly allergic to talking politics.

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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson