Lots going on. World is scary. Life is shifting about. Writing is cryptic.
I need to go into the office today and get some stuff done. This happens far too frequently on Saturdays. Ted's working, too. When we're both done, we head for the car dealership to put the deposit down on our future (salsa red pearl) car . It'll be January before it comes in, but we're equally excited and patient.
Meanwhile, I've applied to "adopt" a soldier. I'll get into this later. Must go to work now. Must not write so cryptically while there.