An attempt to focus on the positive

I'm no longer left with any questions about the fate of the Fisher family. It's not often that I get to experience that kind of closure in my life.

My five-year-old nephew let me sing Bon Jovi with him at my sister's party. And very enthusiastically explained why Batista is his favorite wrestler.

Van Lear Rose sounds very good when it fills my living room. Wraps me in a warm cozy blanket of joyful melancholy.

The gigantic piece of french silk pie I ate tonight was delicious. Much too huge, but still well worth the discomfort I'm feeling right now.

I only have to get through four more days of work before Seattle. And I watched About A Son this afternoon as a warm-up.

I guess that's enough. Not feeling capable of writing anything of greater substance at the moment. Sorry bout that.