Nines

Isn't it silly how we label and measure and quantify things? Illusary and comforting at the same time. Then again, many illusions are comforting. This morning at 9:09:09, on 09/09/09, I looked up to see if a lightening bolt might pierce the roof and smite me. Nope. Do people get nine lives like cats? I wasn't dressed to the nines nor did I feel as if I were on cloud nine. If something magical or miraculous took place, it was beyond the range of my senses and I was not aware of it. On a completely different note, Garrison Keillor is in the hospital after suffering what was said to be a minor stroke. I hope he is well, I cannot imagine a world without A Prairie Home Companion. Nor do I want to. I would like him to be around until well into his nineties, if only just to entertain all of us. And it may be presumptuous of me, but I would guess that he's happy to be here, too.