Here it is, Halloween, and my kids are giddy with the thought of costumes, unlimited candy, the party at the neighbor’s, and convincing me it’s warm enough to Trick or Treat without a coat tonight. Fat chance of that – it’s after 10 a.m. as I write this, and it’s a frigid 41 degrees with a brisk northwest wind, and it’s not supposed to get any warmer.
Even with all that excitement, I can think of only one thing: now that I have this neat real estate on the information superhighway, I yearn for the release only a good confession can provide. It’s beckoning to me like the smell of coffee wafting out of a Starbucks two stores down. Some things – a vanilla latte, a trashy romance novel, new nail polish, clean sheets — simply cannot be ignored. [click to continue…]
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