Tempus fugit... and it never come backibus. Smoker, espresso drinker, translator, divorcee, absolutely, ravishingly beautiful if you're blind, feet firmly set in the clouds; Roman Catholic, banned by DUmmies, night owl, can make good pasta, drives a French Car, a little citroen diesel that has gone 140,000 kms without maintenance (a statement with deep spiritual significance); talks little but writes wayyyyyyy too much. When I die, I want to be sent where Ray Charles is.