full of moxie and viscosity

(no picking... everything looks lovely...)
Cried when I heard "Your Body is a Wonderland" on the radio today. Driving along the ol' 41, feeling happy about everything, and I heard "I'll never let your head hit the bed /Without my hand behind it" and just lost it. Briefly, like the scarf fell for just a moment and I was aware enough to recover it: brush it back into place. I shook my head, surprised.

I guess I have to thank DP for being sweet when he didn't mean to be, or have to be, and for saying my name; I have to thank Stacy Burcham for her laryngitis message today that sent me into a moment of beautiful nostalgia, and I really have to thank VF for everything. She knows what I mean. We've been very... verbal about how much we love each other recently, and it's all so satisfying and tangible and lovely. For a depressed girl, I sure do feel clean.

Also, many many thanks to Amy for being so funny and upfront.
This Academy Award speech of a blog must come to an end, because as we all know, gratitude is the most inarticulate of the emotions.