There was a fire in Paris today. So far 20 have been confirmed dead. There was only one way out of the old hotel...one staircase and it was engulfed in flames. I wonder what I would have done being stuck on the top floors with my family. I wonder if I would have kept my wits. Only the Lord knows. I hope that I would.
Enough morbid thoughts. My brain can only handle so much before it says, "Steve! Why are you putting yourself thru this!"
It seems one has to put themselves in a morbid state to have something to write about. My wife can testify to this. Thus, I often have nothing to write about. I'm a talker. I like to have conversations. These wear her out. We are opposites in this and that can be frustrating but we make a great team with our very different contributions.
Ok, off to work.
