Flashes of Panic

These things seem to come in bursts. My posts, I mean.

Via Wendy, I find Busted Crayons. Genia was a classmate of ours through junior high. Like many of the people I knew then, I don’t think I’d even thought of her for, oh, a decade or so. (Out of sight, out of mind? Slava Bogu for the ones who refuse to stay out of sight.) Wow. Cool.