Crazy Love

Sorry to have been so lame lately ... I've been doing too much real-world socializing (grin).

Weird winter = super spring, is my conclusion. The rhodies and azaleas are in overdrive this year, and wild forget-me-nots make a blue distance of the roadside. I've never seen such exuberant pink dogwoods.

Dreaming of poets again ... I was driving Paul Guest on an errand somewhere when we ran into Jeannine Gailey, and decided to have lunch instead. In a cafeteria with a baronial fireplace and some sort of big gas-light fixture with lots of brass ramifications and whooshing blue flames that would occasionally burst out across the floor, with no harm done. Everyone was in a sort of writing reverie, thinking of lines, writing them down. Be well, you guys. Watch out for that open flame.

Interesting tidbit from Italy, where some researchers rounded up a bunch of couples newly in love, drew their blood, and ran tests for serotonin levels. Turns out if you're in love, you have the same 40%-lower-than-average serotonin levels as an obsessive-compulsive. Apparently there is some controversy about the research, but really, these results should surprise no one.