In Which I Confess my Need of Super Powers

Tell me you don't need a suit like this one—all quilted up and caped. Don't need this mask, the set of this jaw, these fleet and fine rubber-toed shoes.

I know that I do. I seek strength beyond myself, strength being a word that I, just now, associate with calm.

The good things of this day: I survived the 5:45 AM Body Pump. I saw my friends at Shire. Someone told me a story. I talked to my dear niece, Miranda, on her very special birthday. And a nice guy at the front desk of a seaside hotel