THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS
If the sky this afternoon had had flecks of pyrite or been interspersed with dark, spidery limonite veining, I could have properly termed it turquoise. Either way, it was BLUE. Blue to the max. It was an awfully nice feeling to look up into that endless blue sea above me when I left work; not a cloud nor a contrail in sight, after the unpromising morning of pouring rain that the day began with. Things are motoring along here. The week zips by, consumed by work, by sleep, by getting dinner on the table. By running errands and driving to...