I'm not mad. Or sad. (It just occured to me some people might think I was either... or both... due to the nature of the last few posts).
I'm zen-ish. I keep having what Oprah calls a-ha moments. Epiphanies. Which is a great word. For the last couple of years it reminds me of a Depp Sweeney Todd. And that's all good. So how could I be feeling bad? You know, if you look past the throat-cutting barber.