Pia reminded me that Robert McNamara died.
I’m not as well schooled on the Vietnam era as I am on other things, though I know more about it than most people my age, if only because I find it more interesting than shopping for Jim Choo’s — they are out of my price range and my legs …
It rained heavily earlier this evening. The Sun’s brilliance, relentless during the ten minute deluge, would have prompted a search for my level 5 sunglasses had they been in my bag. Rushing home from a myriad of tasks I scanned the sky only briefly for the anticipated rainbow. Of the variety of things humankind …
The week prior to break, a break I’m on as of a few hours ago, careened slightly out of control, consequently I’m later and with less than I had hoped for. I hoped to do a women a day, in retrospect a lofty thought for the kind of week I was preparing for.
Continuing on the theme …
While your chillin with the hot chocolate after your five mile run deciding if you really want to stand in line for a movie from a series of books geared toward adolescent girls, girls whose limited fantasy revolves around doing it with a vampire (the thinly disguised bad boy, different boy, prince charming, we all …
