Maybe it has to do with the increasing uncertainty of where we are headed, how will the journey be and when we arrive will we have survived or died? I dunno. It happened THREE TIMES yesterday in several waiting rooms at our local medical center. Usually I'm the one who opens the door. This time I'm the one who walked through it. Must say its very nice if puzzling. What's it like in your town? Are people friendlier or just the same?
