Okay, so I didn’t even go to a park today - but I’m running out of catchy titles and this old Chicago song came to mind, so…

I think I have less to blog about today than I did yesterday, but at least I’m not quite as deliriously tired. I think I slept better last night than I have in months…maybe years. Hopefully, I can repeat that again tonight…

Now, I’m sitting here with my fingers on the keys - trying to think of something interesting to write about. That sounds pretty pathetic…

Maybe if I actually went to a park, then I would have something interesting to say.

I watched a biography of Vivien Leigh today (I was given my middle name because of her) It was so sad. They talked a lot about the pressure she felt to “perform” - to look perfect…be perfect - and all the while she just wanted someone to love her - just for her. But, she died young (53 - that’s young to me) and never really found what she longed for: unconditional love. Her husband, Sir Lawrence Olivier, left her after many tumultuous years of marriage, yet wept uncontrollably when she died…

It was very sad - but also very realistic to our human condition - our constant search for meaning and worth. She, like so many of us - myself included, at times - just searched in the wrong places.

There’s a God-sized hole in all of us…

So, it’s Saturday night again. Tomorrow is C3 - since I was gone last week, it feels like forever since I was there. I’ve missed it terribly.

I can’t believe that it’s March again already - it seems like it was just last March! (Although, I like this March a whole lot better, so far.)

Oh well, nothing more to say, so…

Peace.