Canada has lost its way, citizens are lining the streets in black mourning, and all are convinced that nothing can ever assuage the terrible loss -- 24 hours and still no gold medal (sob). Two reasonably sane people in my grocery store discuss this, shaken, traumatized, sure that everything is lost, forever.

Given that the definition of adulthood is the realization that any mood of the moment will pass sometime, it is clear that childishness has become the worst virus of our time.

But this mood will pass.

perl one, knit two, perl one, knit two.

yours,

Peter T.