January 12, 2006
On The Mend
As you can see, although I'm all dressed up, and almost over the plague, its residual effect has left me a bit hollow-eyed. I know I'm not over it, because I am still reading about what I don't want.
A girl can go so far astray with Noam Chomsky.
But I picked myself right up, and moved from despondency to snarkiness, when I read Hecate's response to Ms. Martha-Ann Bomgartner Alito's tears for her hubby Sam, precipitated by REPUBLICAN Senator Lindsay Graham putting words in the mouths of democrats (for purposes of the morning headlines, no doubt). I can sympathize with her. It's hard to see one's beloved victiminized.
And finally, I decided to be flexible, take the path of Belaqua Jones, and appreciate the living daylights out George.
Photo note: A metamorpho- metaphorophoto. Although there are a few small skeletons hanging around, notice that the beauty of nature isn't too far out of my head. A curtsey to all.
Posted by Dakota at January 12, 2006 07:13 AM