Small confession: I sometimes pretend that I am Clark Kent, turning into Superman, just like I used to do when I was a kid. When I am home alone, and the mood strikes me, I will crank up the John Williams music and, well, see for yourself:
Why? Because if you can still manage to have fun when it is rainy and cold and the government is shutdown and your wife is furloughed, you must be doing something right. Besides, who doesn’t want to be Clark Kent/Superman? 🙂
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You find the levity where you can, yeah 🙂
It’s a bird!
It’s a plane!
No . . . it’s just Jamie, some SF writer guy. Nothing to see here. Move along.
(But look at all those books in the background! It’s Bookman! And is that some sort of rocket ship or jet on the table behind you? See you at Capclave.)