something wicked this way comes

little things that bring me joy and/or a side ache from laughter..

conversations with people that (the conversations, not necessarily the people) swirl around and come back to point...or new points and discoveries.

tall paul, and not the beatle. ...was that a smoking jacket, or a kimono? oy.

i believe it must be the janitor who eats the milk chocolate truffles on my desk...but i think it's cute and i thank her/him for it.

mexican food...several times a day.

shea.

-'cita