Thanks for the kind thoughts. Actually, I'm not at all depressed. Just bored to death.
But maybe, just maybe (and very unfortunately) I brought some of those emotions from Oklahoma up to Columbus. I'm looking out my office 11th-floor window watching the clouds begin to rise and thin, with some blue peeking through here and there. I have a Guitar. Classical. Yamaha G-235. Nice, mid-range unit. Sounds nice. But the cat broke one of the strings. I've threatened to oblige her to replace it. Wife doesn't like that idea. Maybe I'll buy some new strings on the way home tonight. Then, with the old ones, I'll "fix" the cat! (But, really, what are cats good for but mousing and, when they get old, guitar strings!) Collin p.s., I'm not really the kind of person to use profanity. From: Debra Wilborn <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Re: Too bad it's Friday Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Don't cry, Collin. I'm sure the cat had no ill intent when it shredded your paper towels. And you don't sound *that* American. You'd have to use more profanity. Sounds to me like you've got The Blues. Them's is some deep-down, dirty South, hurricane watchin' blues. Get yourself a guitar and strum those babies away. Deb in TX with a guitar all her own
