Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Mav, I think I love you.

Well, okay, I probably didn't need you to confirm what I already knew -- that I looked as if I'd had no sleep in about three days, and that a collapse of some sort was imminent.

But when I told you what was going on -- about my friend "upriver", and my helplessness to find out what's happening, you didn't blink an eye. Your still waters run deep, my friend -- so deep that I can't read you most of the time. And you told me what I already knew -- I'm at a stalemate in this situation. Something has got to give.

But you listened. And you didn't call the men in the white coats.

And both of those things helped.

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