Life is precious; living it is dangerous, but the alternative is so unappealing that I'm happy to risk bumps and bruises in order to live. And if I could fly, I'd chase a hot-air balloon, too.

Cheerfully yup-yupping along at my Zen-job, watering plants at the local nursery/greenhouse. Everything smells so fresh and woodsy, it's peaceful, and at 5:30 a.m., I'm the only one there for two hours. A doe visited me in the yards not long ago - apparently, she was looking for a Zen-job, too...

Writing; taking pictures of sunrises, sunsets, and parking idiocy in various places; asking unanswerable questions; honing my "under-the-radar" sense of humor; minding other peoples' business and putting it on the front page; driving too fast; thinking too hard; willfully disobeying whenever possible...