I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you . . .

I feel as though I should profess that I have jade soap in my bathroom which is shaped like a real jade rock. I love it. I also think that perspectives have a tremendous amount to do with effects. For instance, I have a tendency to burst out in an arm-waving, voice-on-the-ceiling manner when I am touched by something or someone. This "explosion" is a result of having lived with Zana Crisp Evans (as well as my marvelous grandmother) for the past 15 years of my life. I suppose I should retreat now. I love Tennyson. If he were resurrected, I would pursue him.