transition

K is at this moment driving across the country to our home base for a year--Minneapolis. Our cat is riding shotgun in her '91 honda station wagon. The apartment is very quiet without them. Work is also very quiet right now. The new guy we hired is doing all the work I would normally do. I'm working on my pilot pitch. I have to say, I'm getting kind of excited about it. I hope someone will pay me to write it. I've also figured out how to revise a lot of things that need revising. I wonder when I'll get to that. Soon, I hope. So much to do. Here's a song for you: The world's about to end You're my only friend There's not much more we can carry And the light go down on this bombed-out town I don't know how much more we can carry So I look at you We've done all we can do and I say to you Let's get married Let's get married Let's get married The morning sun creeps in over our loss or win There's not much more we can carry But I grab your hand and we cross the sand I don't know how much more we can carry And I look at you There's much more we can do Let's get married Let's get married Let's get married