A big day of working...which means that the two part time jobs that support me occur on this day. It is the bane of those old hippies who never figured living past 30 (I call it the "Never Trust Anyone" syndrome,) spent the next 15 or so years obliterating the fact that we still couldn't live only in the moment, and then found out at 50 that we were still alive, not as cute as we used to be, recovering from however many relationships we had invested our time and money in, worked off the books since SS was never going to mean anything (see the "NTA" syndrome,) and now, thanks to government efficiency found that in a few years we were going to be able to survive on $616 a month. I don't think so. So, catching up at this age is not as delightful as one would hope. Enough whining...Blanche DuBois said it best, "I will live off the kindness of strangers." Or, start selling dope again. (Did I say that out loud?)

My next goal is to figure out how to be able to post and allow e-mail responses since I am absolutely certain that there are many of you out there just dying to pass your wisdom and responses on to me.