The only thing you can control is your acceptance that you have no control.

My dad (ever the wise man) is suggesting I read some Tao Te Ching. Hmm... must get on that. Avast to Amazon, as soon as I get home.

Also my lunch showed me the meaning of true love: you know it's legit when your best guy friend says he'll happily be in your wedding party (someday) even if that means he'll have to wear a dress, a wig, and shave his legs. Happiness!

It's hot as blazes out here in New York today... or so I'm told. Luckily I'm "safe" inside the igloo that is my office. No matter, I've got tea, a bouncy ball chair, and my recent discovery of Louis Prima to keep me warm.