Finding the arc sometimes seems like finding the ark. The more often the world repeats its mistakes (Gaza, quantitative easement, slathering mustard on hot dogs, etc) the harder it is to see if we're closing in on it, boss or worse than that, looking in the wrong places. After learning about the pilgrimage to Black Sara this morning, I said "I must be on the upswing" because if I had to do it, I'd call in sick. Greatness is more than a stuck solenoid valve - it requires acceptance by a night on the town.

Ono, ono must be the season of the witch BFF. Driving around town from the back seat, savoring each taste of bisque and thoroughly thankful for friends who are so cool, I realize there is no need for crowd pleasing when this is your constant crowning of camaraderie. The ono was maybe even better for breakfast this morning - this day of WADSS (we ain't doin' shit Sunday).