What a sap I am! I was just sitting here looking at Pam’s name across from the title of Betsey’s thread and sniffing because I was remembering the good old days.
Yet, were they? I mean, we were all stuck fast in our muck back then. But we were trying so damn HARD. Analyzing, supporting, journaling – trying to figure these men out and what we could do to make it all right again. Maybe I need Prozac. I definitely need Kleenex.
I’d ask how everyone is, but you’d probably tell me to go read that for myself. I guess that’s the beauty of this public stuff, eh?
Now, Myrrh…I don’t think anyone said that Sting was being a GOOD fishy! I think that ‘better’ was the term used. Kidding, kidding…things are definitely as good as can be expected, and certainly much better than they have been in the past. I suppose that I am gentler, but I won’t say that there haven’t been any chompings. Yet, considerably fewer. How’s that?
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian