How are you this morning? I'm feeling tired again. My head was bobbing on the train this morning. But what does it matter? Talk of tiredness is only worthy of more yawns.
I'm glad that you have become a valued patron of Tea and Sympathy. I vow to become one too. Perhaps this Friday, while I am on hold for hours with Wachovia, which is now Citibank, I can have afternoon tea for one. I think I will need a three tier tray of scones and cakes to placate myself as I figure out my own personal financial crisis.
It's funny - I always thought of the government as a giant roll of saran wrap, something I could not see that was holding the country together. I held onto that belief for so long, even after I moved from Colorado Springs to New York City and heard my fellows preaching that there was "something very wrong going on in Washington." I suppose I knew it but I never felt it. And now, for the first time in my life, I actually feel the impact of what's gone wrong and see what might continue to go wrong and it's rather terrifying because I'm in no position to bear even a tiny portion of the brunt. I guess neither of us are.
So as the proverbial saran wrap shrivels under the heat, I am glad that you are still finding inspiration to continue to better yourself and your art. You don't need $100,000 worth of FDIC insurance to feel secure in that.
Janet
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