So we seem to be at a point in survival when asking yoots doesn't get you a clear picture. You want to see it from the eyes of unborn children. It's like anyone who's touched even the hem of the carpet knows everything.

The kicker is you can do anything you choose but you act like you want approval first. What's the name for that? Respect? courtesy? deception?

January's been cool, cloudy, rainy and windy. The closing curtain seems to afford another week of taking the time, splashes of wine, lips of thine and taking even more time. Circling the bases always eluded me but conjuring up this home base has been epic. Dramatic effects by Nona Fender irrespective of Faye Kydee.