I look at you, and I sigh.

Despite some initial misgivings rooted in the me-tooness of it all, not to mention my irksome tendency to not stick with things, I am now a-bloggin'.

I've christened my little cyber-nook after the W.B. Yeats poem, which was not only the basis of my wedding vows but serves as a handy abstract of my personal philosophy, for better or worse. Seems fitting somehow. I hope you enjoy.

A Drinking Song
By William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
and love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

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