The outpouring of support for my new website has been overwhelming! It has re-connected me with old friends whose love for me and my work has been life-affirming. Here’s a sampling of the adulation:
“Don’t you still owe me money?”
“When are you picking up your stuff?”
“You look fat.”
You can always count on your friends! I am still basking in the glow.
It is a nagging suspicion of mine that my website is too narrow of a topic, but just yesterday my friend Caleb wrote to say that had he not followed my information, he wouldn’t have been able to fly. Caleb is a normal, God-fearing man with all of his brain cells intact, even if he is a friend of mine.
Specifically, he was flying Frankfurt-Mombasa, Kenya on Condor and he had to show a fake onward ticket in Frankfurt or they wouldn’t have allowed him on the plane. He forgot to also thank me for being the one who told him about Condor, but I blame that on the tropical heat he hadn’t been used to.
In Hungary an envelope with a black corner stripe like this signifies that there has been a death, so I use them all the time because I figure there is a better chance my letters will be treated with care and actually be sent. I am not familiar with these envelopes anywhere else in the world, and I am into all things stationery, so I am hoping the people I send it to abroad don’t freak out.
And yes, speaking of freaky, my finger is not better. I need to do something. I don’t want to have to wait until Malaysia’s finest doctors take a look at it.