Thursday, February 10, 2005
Cross your fingers
A colleague died this week. She and I began working where I work right around the same time and although we weren't close friends, we were hall-passing "hi how are you gee you look good today nice hairdo pretty skirt" kinds of friends. It's startling and scary and very sad. . . . And another colleague, a member of my knitting lunch group, is on her way to Israel to spend ten days visiting her boy friend. I sure hope this Rice-induced cease fire is the real thing. I want her home safe and sound. I need her hat pattern! It's one of those days that I wish I knew or at least believed there was a watchful deity to whom I could effectively pray.
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