Wow. Here I was, sitting in my office knee deep in payroll and self pity because I have the most horrible flu that's cursed me in recent memory, and because I don't know if this is the last weekend I'll be doing payroll for my staff, who I love and cherish. And then, I read your entry about working in the old folks home when you were a teen. My entire universe, all my worries, just crumbled away, falling down a bottomless abyss, replaced by the delicate beauty of your words. Like a thousand silky roses falling from the sky. Rose petals caressing my cheek, a thorn pricking my skin, part lovely, part painful, but all beauty. I haven't read another entry yet, but I can tell you that I'll definately be back. Take care, and keep writing.