Monday morning and still no friends have called! And even the old one's are moving in frightening new directions. One of my oldest and dearest friends announced [by email] over the weekend that she had gone bowling and had even purchased an antique bowling shirt of which she is extremely proud. Life is sad, she is a beautiful girl, so full of life to end up this way. But we must all make our own decisions and let life take us where it may. I can only reflect that life in the Big City has finally driven her over the edge. Or perhaps bowling really is on the cutting edge, the place to be, avante garde and chic once again.
In any event oil and gas prices are up and the wind is down. What more could one want?