day. Usually it is not the typical general witty statement, which rarely makes me laugh out loud, but something more obscure, almost an inside joke that connects me with another person, and reminds me that there are others out there with similar sensibilities, so no matter what happens in life, you are never really alone. Yes. Everything will be all right. Because the tiniest weirdest thing makes everything not all right, too. The flip of a switch, the words floating out of the doctor's mouth, the day where everything changed, the moment, even. (I used to make those macarons back when I was a pastry chef, in my former life and damn, they were hard to make --) 'Only at midday and sunset were there short dips in the hot mass of auditory hullaballoo.' It was part of the first five pages I wrote for my still-new, still-helpless baby of a novel project (gulp). It made my guts churn, but strangely, it was delightful and thrilling. I got a small, private smile on my face. It widened and I blushed. It was a feeling, I realized later, not unlike the first time I got a note snuck to me - by way of Anna and Robin, who sat kitty-corner and just behind - from a BOY. From SHANE. Shyly triumphant I was. I don't know if that line will make me shudder in a few months (much like my alliance with SHANE did), but its creation was a moment of