All Things Profane and Sacred

Today has been a bad day, but I have Joni Mitchell and Hem on the stereo, a (big) bottle of my favorite shamefully cheap wine, the hide-a-bed, silk pjs and Douglas Adams to soothe the stress and pain of the day. No time for self pity, Dr. Jones. I need to be on my feet and functioning tommorrow. So today I coddle myself, for tommorrow I . . .um. . .do stuff and stuff.