i was hit by a broken tidal wave, but, most fortunately, i was wearing a device that kept me afloat. by the time i returned to shore, it felt like my world was enclosed in parenthesis. i guess i am not alone, in that respect. there are many of us who dwell in parenthesis, while others live on the outskirts. the grass is always greener, they say. but what about those places where there is no grass? the gravel is always grayer.

my fears of the worst may be coming true. i was informed today that if I do not attend the company bowling party on Martin Luther King Day, I may be in serious trouble.  serious serious trouble.

i’d rather not even talk about it. but i can assure you, i will not be bowling.

love,

LP