Not nearly so creaky this morning… definitely connected to barometric pressure.
I dreamt last night that there was a rash of break-ins in my neighborhood… it turned out that some sort of mold was coating windows and making them shatter as the mold grew.
Forgive, oh Lord, my little jokes on thee/and I’ll forgive thy great big one on me–Ogden Nash
I have no interest in seeing the World Trade Center movie.
I can’t believe how truly fortunate I am, really. I sometimes just catch myself and even if I’m cranky, I’m amazed at how good I really have it.
Not getting together with Danny today – he forgot dance plans with the Mrs… no biggie, he’s going to visit on Thursday, instead, perhaps.
The High Cost of Being Poor- Barbara Ehrenreich comments on working in America – Alternately here.