I am not thinking in a straight line today. My thoughts are like bees, zigging and zagging.

I’d say like butterflies flitting, but they’re not pretty and they’re not graceful and I think they’re packing a sting.

Terrible events over the weekend, and it’s clear that we are mired here, in this place where bad things get worse, left to fester under the smirking face of a certain turtle-like man. We do not deserve him, and I say that not in the usual “he’s too good!” kind of way people do.

He’s not too good. He’s not good. He has no good within him, and that is abundantly clear.

And from that, the rest flows.

I’ve got my coffee and I’ve emptied the dishwasher, so at least I have that going for me. It’s sunny with fat, fluffy clouds and it feels as though the Earth has had enough of our nonsense, it’s going to do what it’s going to do.

Here’s hoping today is a day of many words of the writing variety. Have a great Monday.

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