Les Misbarack

Every time I hear a news item about McPalin and the lengths they sink to in the name of politics, I feel sick. In honor of the theatrics of this election cycle, here's something that made me smile for a change.

Eleven Days and Counting

It's countdown time until I leave for convention, which means my life is uber-busy and unbelievably exhausting when I factor in work issues and personal trials while trying to maintain a modicum of sanity. The past month has been filled with many good things and an inordinate amount of drama. No details to protect the guilty:) Suffice it to say, it takes its toll on me. The outlets that I depend on for a release all of a sudden seem to take too much energy, too much time, too much everything. My days become a circle of arrows chasing itself and even though the number of good things outweigh by far the drama, those bits of intense drama zap the vitality right from my core.

Yesterday I tried to regain my footing with a stroll through the Farmer's market, a trip to Whole Foods and let myself take in few blocks of an Art & Jazz fest that I stumbled upon. Add a nap to the mix and I'd call it a good day.