But the dishwasher is too loud for me to hear it like I'd like to.

Whiskey is asleep and the dishes have to be washed.

I feel like I have aged since last week. The stress of two days of panic was too much (12 hours turly, because of the credit crad fraud I thought).  Seriously, I feel like since that day i have aged 5 years. A stange quiet sadness lingers in the backdrop of my being. But I am quietly serene and happy. Just a bit sad at life being so short for everyone. Om mani peme hung Om tare tuttare ture svoha

To the sound of , beyond the buddhas of the 5 families lay the warthful deities guardians of the gates (Laurie Anderson speaking on cd right now), I entice hubby to come down back to hanging out with me and whisk.