Well, I just wrote a nice long bit of fiction, and it got deleted. Grrrrr. I told myself before always to write posts in a word processor first. Anyway, a while ago I wrote this as a part of some emotions that needed venting at the time: "I only hope I can pull my plane through this hurricane of confusion and mixed emotions and coast through clear skies, enjoying the peace and tranquility of having made it after all." Well, I'm through, and, though I'm not where I'd hoped I'd end up, I can't really complain either. I am indeed tranquil for the most part, and as for peaceful, I'm about as close as I get. Life is good, for the moment. "'Cause that's really all that life is, Sister. It's a series of moments. Why don't you seize yours." -Loki, Dogma

Tunes: "Bad Day", R.E.M.; "Matt's Diner", Green Means Go.