A friend noted yesterday that it was Saint Swithun's day. All I have to say is, if *I* specificially request to be buried OUTSIDE (as I will), nobody better ever move me INSIDE, no matter why.

well, it just occurred to me that saints' bones tended to get stolen sometimes, so maybe that was a reason. still.

Anyway, that's rather unlikely to be a problem that my bones will have. I want to be outside; whether I'll be aware of it or not, being able to watch the sky will always be more interesting than being stuck staring at the same old ceiling, no matter how pretty.

copyright 2003 carrie lynn king.