"like sand through the hour glass..."

i was born 32 years ago today during Days of Our Lives (really), and i have spent a goodly number of the days since then immersed and enmeshed in one form of drama or the other.

but

today is (largely) drama-free, and i'm going to look at vulva-esque art with Jache this afternoon. we spoke last night, and i mentioned that it was a little more than two years ago since we first visited the same museum, the days of being new in town, when our friendship was forged under the fateful gaze of Weimaraners...