Change

Rumsfeld’s departure was an unexpected bonus. My cautiously optimistic stance this morning has almost turned into a smile. I’ve been a little depressed lately about our lack of direction, the snail’s pace at which circumstances change. Patience is a virtue, blah, blah, blah. In the meantime, my hair isn’t exactly getting any less gray. That’s why I’m so happy with disillusionment. It’s not going to alter my hair color, but it seems to be blowing in change.