So I learned today that my friend's wife (and she is my dear friend too) is hospitalized with what may be ovarian cancer. Also today, I learned that my job search was going further awry,
As I watched the magnificent gold and green and rose Puget Sound sunset, my woes faded upon news of a lovely lady and her familiy's chilling news, and I thought of Emily Dickinson, who expressed so much in so few words: "Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest room,If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom."
So now, over my single malt, and in a quiet house, a job or a salary or the dreary little things of the day to day seem far, far less significant.
This is just a thought over a Glen Morangie, and you may ignore it or do with it what you will. Just had to write something, somewhere.
