I was thinking about how hard it is to accept life as it is, rather than how you fantasize it might be. How there is nothing that satisfies that restlessness. It wasn't about a woman in a bad marriage. It was about a person who is struggling with the passage of time and disappointments and a life that is just ordinary. I haven't been writing. Haven't really been doing much in the way of graphics. But I was walking from the bus stop and the phrase, "another year trashed" came into my head. As of an hour before I posted the story, that's all I had. Funny how that happens. Haven't seen one of your stories in awhile either, Chuck. I like your tough, masculine style. Kind of offsets my tendency to be a little too soft and fluffy. Take care.