Dear Universe,

How have you been? How is the whole constantly expanding thing working out for you these days?

Well, the Italian work for Matt is drying up. Only a trickle of Italian water passes by his feet now, and we will very soon both be without jobs.

Well… that’s frightening.

Money money money. It always comes back to money. It’s as constant and pervasive and important as breath. That is unfortunate, but also true.

I wonder when people step over the line from wanting the amount of money you need to live comfortably and greed. Now, I’ve never had enough money to come to that crossroads myself, but I wonder if the line is faint and ambiguous, or if it is as clearly visible as an obnoxious blinking internet banner. If you had a lot of money, you could do really fun stuff and buy luxurious things. But when does it become greed? At what point does it make your mother shake her head and wonder where she went wrong?

Not that I’ll ever have that kind of money. That’s really not a particular moral quandry I expect to encounter in my life.

But anyways I’ve been thinking about money a lot. It looks like I’ll be getting a job soon. :-)) For real this time.

… and still not pregnant. *sigh*

Well, thanks for listening. I realize you have to get back to exploding stars and 4D warped space. It was nice of you take the time for a strange woman who lives on the unfashionable side of the Milky Way galaxy.

Sincerely,
Angel.