No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee. Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbours.--John Donne, Meditation XVII

I miss simplicity.

Some days, I really want to give a few of my co-workers hugs because we're all running around looking way beyond stressed out.  More stressed then we should be, anyways.

I know, random thought of the day.  Thanks for sharing that with me.