Boo . . . 'bama

Wow. Could this week get any more bizarre? Lay-offs continue at work. Today our fearless leader and many of his counterparts have been forced into retirement. We're leaderless . . . unless you consider NYC TW a leader . . .

So, as a Southern institution crumbles all around me I'm having to find new ways to cope. I can't run. I can't bike. And if you think running is monotonous, you should try swimming for more than an hour. Down and back, down and back, down and back, etc.

Instead of working out some physical aggression, I turned on my creative hat and came up with this: (Halloween is tomorrow!)



Which I thought may look prettier like this:



So I got messy:



Pulled out my professional carving tools:



Worked for hours and finally sat back to admire this:



Subtle. Random perhaps. But why not? I plan on "redistributing" some wealth tomorrow night in the form of Snickers and malt balls. Share the love--Obama style:



Scary--not at all to me--but apparently it's topping some people's lists this year. I prefer the words hope, inspiration, and inclusive to scary. Boo!

Have a safe & fun Halloween.