June 1st, 2008
Taken last night, this pic is symbolic.
First, we’re a little blurry and off-center. Then, I’m not directly under the Buddha head (and I need to be, metaphysically-speaking). Finally, all around us is a mess. (But we’ve got our arms around each other. That counts for something, right?)
Suffice to say, Toots is still sick. On both ends. And nonetheless, The Rock and I went out for a few hours last night. Because on all that is good and holy, we really really needed to.
And there’s more. If I could just close out this dang gum WiMAX report I’m editing, I’d be happy to tell you all about it. It’s the usual suspects: my insecurity, randomedy, and poop.
I’ll be back. Please pray for a temporary infusion of speedy editing superpowers.
I’d be obliged.