Great, I muse. Just great.

Now is a pitstop for me to refuel and reflect - before rejoining the mad rush of the race. Of course the constant skirmishes take a toll. There is the sheer exhaustion of it all. When sometimes I dearly wish I had time enough and breath, to sit and be still, to un-think and un-feel, to Zen. I haven't melted off into the sunset with Prince Charming. It is my time to capture the moment, to feel inspired, to think foolish thoughts and dream imprudent dreams. I am storing up nuggets in my life-bank, stashing away as much as I can for the rainy days I see ahead. And if I suffer, for now I prefer to do so in silence. So a moratorium on the personal affairs of Molly for now.