Saturday, March 29, 2003

An old and very dear friend left this afternoon, after visiting for a couple of days. He soothed me. Gave me a welcome break from my routine of reading depressing war news morning and night. We went skiing. And window shopping for Harleys. And Cannondales. I am taking up biking, you see.

If you need a meaning in this life, good friends can certainly fit the bill.