Apologies to Gilda. This is really yours, but I hope you don't mind me carrying it on. I really don't know what I'm going to do with this. I do know I need to write. It helps me. And so there isn't much more to it than that. Ain't had no writin' education. So stay tuned whoever reads this. God I have a lot of angst. Whatever that is. You see, I was educated as an architect and thought for years that Angst was a Norwegian architect who was always angry with his work and the world. I'm in a religion of sorts. I pay dues. After I realized that religion was stuff we made up then I got all spiritual. And God is still chuckling over that one. She sees humor in it I suppose. Yes, enough for now. Something.