July 28, 2010
I consider taking a new track. I tell myself I have become exactly what I have always wanted to be. I am financially independent. I am surrounded by books and music. I have time to write and think. My children are grown and happy, and only occasionally do they call me for advice or money. I seem to be taken care of and protected on a personal basis by some supernatural power that asks nothing in return. I consider this idea; turn it over. It has the weight of solid metal, of a serious weapon. It appears to be anodized.