Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Time Creeps Along

Time is passing slowly, agonisingly. Like an inebriated tortoise. I have regular telephone contact with various friends. I did tell my mother what happened, after all. To forestall any hint of a smug 'I told you so' I also told her what Lisa said about there being nothing wrong with seeing the good in everyone.

'Yes,' my mother replied sharply. 'You see the good in everyone. Everyone except your mother.'

Make of that what you will.

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