Someone missed my blog!

...so I will post.

After putting it off for a decade, I just read Michael Cunningham's The Hours. Wow - what an amazing book.

"Here, then, is age. Here are the little consolations, the lamp and the book. Here is the world, increasingly managed by people who are not you; who will do either well or badly; who do not look at you when they pass you in the street."

I challenge you to close in on 50 and not feel the truth of that in your bones.

And this, at the end of the day:

"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and as ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined[...]still we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more."

If I sound morose, then it's because you haven't read the book. It's stunning. It reminded me of the theme of Wilder's Our Town.

And Obama is president - yay! And a doctor who provided abortions despite the threats to his life was murdered, which rates so much more than a 'boo' that I can't really express my feelings. Time to re-up with NARAL and Planned Parenthood.