Get to work. Please. The for-sale signs line our neighborhood, friends are being re-deployed (again), and lay-offs are the only topic at every swim meet, every basketball game, in line at the dump and the grocery store. We've heard the warnings of the economic downturn hitting main street . . . and here it is, quietly seeping into our town with the rath of hurricane, but the silence of a funeral.
The inspiration of yesterday was deflated with the emails of today. But tomorrow will be brighter — it has to be — don't you think?