Even a Two-Ended Candle Isn't Endless

Sorry for the silence on this Blog over the past week and a half. I just started a new job on Monday, and right now it sort of has me swamped.

Hard to believe I could have gone from having had so much time -- too much, most days -- to having hardly any time at all. But that (fortunately, among other things) is what gainful employment does for you.

What's even harder to believe is that it's so hard to arrange to carpool with anybody -- especially in an office of about 400 people.

Amazing, that even three years into this war, people still haven't figured out that decorating their gas-guzzling vehicles with bumper-stickers that say "Support the Troops" doesn't do jack. Or that maybe doing their bit to lessen our dependence on foreign oil might do a great deal more.

Back in World War II, we rationed everything from gasoline to nylon stockings. Now, we're not willing to forego even the most fleeting and frivolous of pleasures.

It's the little things that indicate our country's chances for survival. I'm beginning to be very, very afraid.