collateral damage

Dear Friends,

Last night I didn't sleep much. Maybe it's the heat (we're in the Dog Days here). Maybe it's re-writing my book (I'm at the hump stage, where everything I've written in the past year seems absurd). Or, maybe, it's the effect of Rich's steroids which the 1,000 word manifesto accompanying the drug warns: "Can produce insomnia."

Rich slept fine.

"Collateral damage," he said this morning. That's not included with prescriptions. The interdependence of our lives can't be quantified. If my connection with my morning cup of "English Breakfast" tea binds me to strangers in East Africa and Sri Lanka and India -- what of the one breathing beside me?

Love,
Candace