Elizabeth told me today that she is having nightmares about life-sized compact fluorescent light bulbs running around willy-nilly bonking into each other, suing us. Matters of event insurance and energy efficiency collide in the subconscious mind. (She’s President of the Porchlight Board). Meanwhile, I can’t touch my chin to my chest because of a pain in my upper back. I think it was caused by a fit of coughing the other day, but Jackie at work (fresh back from a honeymoon in St. Lucia) just smiled and said, “You didn’t hurt yourself, Stuart. You’re just in knots.” She pushed me against the wall and dug her thumb into a muscle above my shoulder blade. A light went on.
Thanks for dropping by. Been busy here.
