... are quite contrary to spring time needs. however, i have let myself trip and fall, unabashedly and quite purposefully, into these here ides. sure, i should beware, and i am. but i have worked too hard, with little reward, to let these beautiful days of friends and sun and laughter pass me up. so glad to have you, carol kyle brett jack lenny. so glad to see you. to talk to you and gasp for breath from your impeccable wit and ridiculous tales. i wish i let myself fall into these things more often. between you and i, there is a love i love to love and live and let live.
carol is leaving. i hope she does it up, all the way with no regrets or hesitation.
i have found the latter leads to the former more often then in any other organization of the thoughts.
i do, have, and will miss you dearly sweet friend. but this is no desertion! its an exploration. a journey! and i anticipate gifts from all those mysterious lands.
and now, math.
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