It’s been a long short week, and I thought it was Thursday this morning. It is not Thursday this morning.
The weather turned hot, and I can’t get the temperature right, I’m too hot or too cold, and the news of the world shows no signs of improvement.
I’d say my mood today is glum. Fitting, I think, given the state of things.
It’s weird how people have just decided the pandemic is not a thing, and 100,000 people dead or not, off they go to be normal, with a great big shrug to life or death.
As long as it’s someone else’s life or death.
That doesn’t bode well for humanity.
I told you I had no wisdom to spare today. Or to even fill my own cup a quarter of the way. I guess that will happen in the apocalypse.
Anyway, have as great a Wednesday, which isn’t Thursday, as you can.