I often feel that I have created a world out of a house of cards. Some day, someone's going to notice that it isn't real—there is no substance behind it —and it will all blow away. But as long as I believe and the rest of the world believes it will be real. Several conversations tonight have put me in this mood. I say these things; I even think they are well thought out and reasonable. I can't help but wonder though whether that's just me.
On that uplifting note, now for some frustrating email.