London Town

Every morning, I get a wake up call from my (real life) GF because she knows I've gotten totally impervious to my alarm. Most mornings, the calls were of exasperation from my inability to get out of bed, but today, it was sobering with the news from London. I didn't even get yelled at: I got out of bed after just 5 hours of sleep.

The news seemed like an episode of MI-5: coordinated, cowardly, acts. The pictures were equally surreal. The attacks may have happened across the pond, but the fear and the sadness trancend borders and oceans and pierce right into the hearts of men. The rain and the news cast a pall on my otherwise already dreadful day. So I'm going to soak in it for a while.

I hope with all my heart that wherever she is, (my imaginary GF) Delia Gallagher is safe and sound. I really do.