Writing in to the day with Rich:

This time it was a woman I saw in the city.  She hung on the wall staring complacently out at the world.  Her eyes beckoned and her body language was inviting.  The bottle she held was luxuriously draped in blue velvet, the color of the sky when intimate secrets are shared.  She was dripping in diamonds that only the one percent could afford.  "Luxury," her speech bubble said, "is not only for the rich."  I thought about this as I drove home.  Later, sitting on my patio, the grill giving off the enticing aroma of chicken and roasting corn, my dog on the grass, my husband singing in the kitchen, and an ice cold can of PBR in my hand, I thought, "Now THIS is luxury!"