fragile

ok, so.....on my way home i turned onto the cross-pike called faulkner station road......only to find that there were 4 vehicles lined up like a convoy....repainting the stripes.....who knew...gentle readers....that this road required new stripes.....i travel this road 3 out of 5 work days.....and never has the impulse leaped from some kinetic connection......this road needs restriping........and so i crept along behind....ever so slowly....until i was waved around to pass......and at some point i was in tears........non sequitor......no reason to be in tears....the radio commentary was about the pope....and though i profess interest i am not catholic.....but yet i felt close to tears..was this man complicit in the killing of jews...he is the right age.....was he a nazi at some point.....i was personally stunned to see pictures of my own nazi heritage in my family's european home when we visited in 2002......is menopause such a transient state that the restriping of roads and the election of a possibly nazi germanic pope can wreck havoc upon the hormonally sensitive..........heaven help us for the next...what 5-6 years if this is a hormonally induced state.........