For the first time in decades, I no longer live on a gravel road. This is now the chronicle of my life as I begin my FOURTH year in the city
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Too Much Navel Gazing
Patty must be psychic. By the time I got home last night I realized that I wasn't anxious, I was sick! Seems like allergies morphed into some sort of upper respiratory something or other. I find this incredibly funny - in a post-enlightenment ironic sort of way. Geez, Rox, if you hear the sounds of thundering hoofbeats, stop looking for zebras!