My navel has had a very traumatic day. It was scared sh--less when the car that I was driving nearly turned over. Already standoffish, tonight it shrinks further from the light of inspection, snuggling into its dark, warm resting place. Though it would find more comfort in the nearness of another navel, the next best remedy for this stung-out feeling is under the warm covers. Darkness and serenity are welcome friends after the stress caused by the events of the day. End of report.
Posted by Susan R at January 19, 2005 11:31 PMWhere is Tig? I miss him.
Posted by: Atlas Unplugged at January 20, 2005 09:51 AM