With everything that is going on in our lives right now, I'm barely hanging on by a thread. The thread's name is Xanax, and it's friend is the fear that we will be on the street because somehow I have made bad choices and that is why we are being so abruptly forced to move after living here for seven years. The universe doesn't feel I deserve to savor and enjoy going to France. I must be frantic, nervous and stressed right up to the last possible second.

But tonight, the universe saw fit to have the Red Sox beat the pants off the Yankees. I would very much like them to finally win the World Series, but to me, the victory of beating the hated Yankees in their own house, in game seven, to win the AL pennant, is the real win. And it helps just a little bit.