This is one of those times that I'm not in the mood to write but I'm doing what I know I should do instead of doing what I feel like. What a good girl. I'm mostly doing it for all the faithful out there. (yo word up... faithful out there is meant to be read with a rapper accent) I've been listening to this old 80's song, "Don't Dream It's Over" for the last 2 hours that I've been in my office. In the last couple hours I've gone through a wide range of emotions. I'm wondering if it's the influence of the song's nostalgic feel. For a while I was thinking about old friends that have faded into my past and the good times we had. Then I was thinking about my grams. I was thinking about what she told me once after she got out of an over-night stay in a hospital because of a minor surgery. Her room had been on one of the top floors of a sky-scraper sized hospital. "I watched the whole city wake up through my window. The highways below looked like strings of light and then you know what I saw? I saw a moth flying near my window. Isn't that something? A moth way up there." Something about her curious musings about that has always struck me as poetic. Perhaps because I remember it with the backdrop of the relief I felt that she was alive and not seriously ill as I feared before her surgery. Healthy enough to leave the hospital with me and tell me about the moth that visited her window.