You gotta give 'em HOPE

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Feel how it quivers on the brink

I saw this over at Jake's blog (he's totes adorable and is also running the Chicago marathon this weekend...along with his husband, methinks) and couldn't resist posting it up here, even though this blog is existing on fumes lately.

Believe it or not, it's just me

From my little java joint yesterday:

Coffee Shop Lady (CSL): My daughter is SO excited to be a superhero for Halloween. She asked, "What will my superpower be, Mommy?" And I said, "The power of prayer!" ::as she shouts and raises her fist to the heavens::

Cut to me desperately trying not to roll my eyes. Worst superpower ever? And what the hell kind of costume would that be? But then I remembered just how much fun my sister and I used to have playing The Flying Nun and I thought maybe this idea could work.Gosh, I can't count how many times we fashioned elaborate wimples (or, if we were feeling less ambitious, settling for a more demure bath towel headdress for Sr. Bertrille's "novitiate" look) and soared around the backyard.

The key to a room of one's own and a mind without end

One cannot think well,
love well,
sleep well,
if one has not dined well.
Virginia Woolf

So while I may attempt to live more simply in these trying times (goodbye, new car!), I'm taking Ms. Woolf's advice and keeping food, glorious food, as my sole indulgence. (And electronic gadgets, natch.)