I must be happy 'cause I can't think of a single thing to write. I feel like I'm wasting your time and you're damn lucky for it.
Welcome to springtime.
Flew back from NYC yesterday in time to scoot downtown and mill about with the cherry-blossom tourists. How do you ruin beauty? Surround it with thousands of people. Those of us (or you) with promiscuous natures: let that be a warning. Beauty fades with numbers.
