All the small things

I've been so darn care-worn lately -- as if my passion were a thing that dragged me down. I love M, and N, both.

So I took a break. Read some of the _Second Summer of the Sisterhood_, had an iced coffee. And I was glad to be me. I want a manicure later on, and a haircut next week, and I trust that both M and N will still love me at the end of it, even if I'm ignoring them both right now. That's one of the nice things about friends who're real -- they stick by you even when things're bad. Can't ask for much more than that.

Ice weasels

"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening