Yes, but allow me to have something to look forward to, and those odd moments of memory that crop up uninvited, and color everything fresh.

Came back to print Beccy's recipe, and thought of something fun. Figure out a way to say something nobody says, well enough that someone will seem to know what you mean. Then smile at each other, if possible.

I'm sure everyone got that my tahini post was just a metaphor for sex, right? The balancing, placing the last impossible piece on a tower of blocks before it comes crashing down? Can only be achieved, by groping, can't be formulated? ...come on, "tahini" even sounds a little naughty... right? And surely nobody really thinks a guy like me is allowed to have kids, or that there's a place here called Lynne's Paradise Cafe that serves "pink Panthers"? Imagine.