nada.

I'm sorry, everybody. I got nothing for you this weekend. No deep insights, no major announcements, no minor announcements. No irreverent observations about the state of the human condition (though I did re-watch the movie CONTACT today and was struck by two things: Matthew McConaughey was heartbreakingly young in 1997...and subtle contact with aliens, while difficult to prove, keeps Life interesting.)  I got fresh color and highlights at the hair salon today, and a really magnificent scalp massage. Then I took myself out to lunch for tortilla soup, and listened to three little girls who sounded and looked like Jim Henson's Muppets argue for 10 minutes about a boy and his name. It was The. Best. Thing. Of my whole day.

Other than that, I'm empty. Tapped out. Drained. Mentally done. Psychically exhausted. Nada. Zero. Zilch. Negative infinity. But I know some of you come here every weekend looking for...well, I'm not sure what, but I've gained a reader in Osaka, Japan, and I don't want to let him or her down. And the number of hits from Germany my blogspot statcounter is giving me! Mein Gott, Deutschland...I'm flattered, really. Please come back in droves again next week, when hopefully I have more in my brain to share.

So here, let me do this. Can I share one of my most favorite songs with you? This is a Life Theme Song for me (my other Life Theme Songs being I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor and True Colors by Cyndi Lauper, depending on my mood, the season, and what time of day it is).

But THIS song. This song is how I try to approach 9 out of 10 of all my relationships, and I think if everyone did this, particularly love relationships, we could totally get Donald Trump off TV for once and for all (wouldn't that be a blessing?).

Hey, and you know what else?

You are so enough it's freaking unbelievable. Go forth this week, and be completely, utterly, totally ENOUGH.