Tired, But Not The Kind Of Tired

Having Your Back Scratched Is Not The Only Reason To Be Married, But It Is A Good One, Especially For Those Spots That Are So Hard To Reach By Yourself.

Spicy Food And I Have A Close Relationship—an Obsessive One, In Fact. If It’s Spicy, I Want It. I Want To Sweat And Shake And Go Half Blind From The Searing Pain . . . Which, Now That I Put It That Way, Seems Really Suggestive. But Spicy Stuff Is Addictive. That’s A Known Fact Of Science.

I Followed Your Footsteps," He Said, In Answer To The Unspoken Question. "snow Makes It Easy." I Had Been Tracked, Like A Bear. "sorry To Make You Go To All That Trouble," I Said. "i Didn't Have To Go That Far, Really. You're About Three Streets Over. You Just Kept Going In Loops." A Really Inept Bear.

The Cast Of Hamlet Had Not Moved Much. They Had That Haunted Yet Hopeful Look In Their Eyes, Like The Ones You See In Photographs Of People Crammed Into Steerage Compartments, Traveling To Some New, Unknown Land.

It Took A Lot Of Women Like That, A Lot Of Women Who Said "i'm Not Going To Do What You Expect Me To Do, Because You Have No Idea What I'm Capable Of. I'm Going To Get Dirty And Use Tools And Live The Way I Want" To Move The World Forward.