which means I ponder questions that make me unhappy. It just seems that there are more questions as I get older.
I take comfort in the small things... like my cats are finally getting enough cheese (well, actually fresh pan fried salmon in butter and oil -- it's good enough for me, so they get some). I have work (a blessing after three years), it's finally *cold* outside (despite global warming or the immediate lack thereof tonight), and I have faith in my friends, our country and myself. (And the Rev book said "When I talk about belief, why do you always assume I'm talking about God?")...
Soon enough I'll know...
I'm not in any hurry.
