Monday morning finds me back again in the Land of Nod, commonly referred to as my office. My Cain breezes through the doors at 9:19 a.m. chatting away on her iPod - a gust of highlighted hair and rap-rap-rap of stilettos. "Recovering from our night of debauchery" and " four hours sleep" emit heartily from her office interspersed with the ever-present guffaws and rattling bangles that are her trademark.
Ah, await the nightfall to return west to Eden - or what passes for such in my life.
Causes Jodi Thompson Supports
Unitarian Universalist Service Committee