what a production! it always is trying to get the cat to the doc. she knew something was up when i wouldn't feed her. she threw up on the way but i trust that the nurses will baby her a bit. needless to say, no Patti Smith tonignt. my cat is more important to me than she is (even though patti would be a helluva lot cheaper).

traffic was horrendous. i can't imagine driving into the city every morning in those conditions. no wonder road rage flourishes. and who the hell is the stunod who put 4way stop signs right off the parkway??? obviously this idiot isn't a pedestrian, i'd grow old and die waiting for someone to give me the right of way.

anyhow, it still is a beautiful morning - warm, sunny, with the last hints of fog burning off. passing through the park was like seeing a little bit of heaven with a great lighting job. sunray fingers passing through leaves and branches, just gorgeous.
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day #? and i'm relaxed, content, satisfied even. it feels as if invisible hands visited me a week ago and lifted 2 years worth of brown funk off of me. work doesn't bother me as much anymore, people don't bother me as much anymore.
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maybe i'm dead and don't know it...
;-)

"life is real, life is earnest" d's mom.