sweetness and light.

Yes. Thanks to everyone who called or wrote.

Shout-outs?

First and foremost to K, who pointed out that even if I were old and ugly, there are worse things to be.* This cheered me up first because I realized that he was right, and second because I am happy to have the disposition that allows me to be cheered up by this, and third because I am happy to have such practical and level-headed friends who are also capable of being so very very un-level-headed, in the most inspiring, entertaining, thought-provoking ways.

Which leads me to T, or Pt., who works around the corner from me and whom I called to see if he wanted to meet for coffee around 2 this afternoon. He said he'd like to but didn't have time, but that I could get coffee and he could get coffee at the same time, and we could say hi. Which is an amusing new kind of social engagement. During this hi-saying, it became clear that he was in a movies-about-home-invasions phase, and I suggested that he have a movies-about-home-invasions film festival some weekend but not give an exact time, to which he responded that he should just have it at my place. Five stars to friends who are such agile idea-improvers. Also five stars to his lady S, who showed me jellyfish in the Boston Channel.

*It also struck me that the occasional old and ugly feeling is merely an environmental hazard of living in Boston, where an inordinate proportion of the half million residents are between the ages of 18 and 22 - and let's face it, if you're going to college in Boston and could have used orthodontics or the services of a dermatologist, it's likely that you had them.