Tonight I drink citrine wine at English is Italian amidst tepid conversation and incredible butternut squash spiced pasta. This is work, but it's also play. Everyone sparkles, dancing in candlelight, except me. I've got other things on my mind.
We’re toasting, anticipating a motivational speaker’s big moment. She’s here to invigorate sales figures, and maybe a few personal relationships as well. I’ll get to hear half tomorrow, but then I’ll be gone in more ways than one.
I'm off to slip a penny into the crack of the Liberty Bell when the guard's not looking and silently say a prayer. Then I'll scold my brother for not doing his homework because they asked me to. Friday morning at 7 AM my dad has a very complicated, very scary surgery. The rest is up to whoever the rest is up to.
We need all the help we can get. So if you believe in that sort of stuff, if you can widen your mind and open your heart, send some his way. I’d appreciate it…but mostly, that kind of thing is important these days, the last remaining thing that is…