More to Come. For Now This.

Yes, Bea Arthur died, so did a little part of my soul (thank YOU for being a friend).

Yes, apparently on top of everything else, we must now prepare for a pandemic.

Yes, Arlen Specter jumped ship, but frankly my dear, do we give a damn?

Yes, Adam was in the bottom two and sweet jesus, how is that possible?

And yes, there have been other things on my mind, but the heart and soul have not been interested in exploring them. But I will, oh I will.

For now, luxuriate in this. It spoke to me.

"What I expect from my male friends is that they are polite and clean. What I expect from my female friends is unconditional love, the ability to finish my sentences for me when I am sobbing, a complete and total willingness to pour their hearts out to me, and the ability to tell me why the meat thermometer isn't supposed to touch the bone." —Anna Quindlen, Living Out Loud