The level of enthusiasm of your dogs first thing in the morning is inversely proportional to your own.
It never fails to surprise me how people who claim to be so virtuous are usually the ones with the most skeletons in their closet. I hate it when people feel it is OK to sell their integrity for political expediency.
While I usually think the title of “King Geek” is mine, today I acquiesce and offer that honorific to someone who looked past a shattered body and saw the universe: Stephen Hawking. Rest in peace, Stephen, the world is a better place for me and mine because of you.
I woke up from the worst dream this morning. I dreamt I was trapped in the back of a limo with Donald Trump, Ivanka and her two little rugrats. Ivanka wasn’t too bad, but she was struggling to keep Donald and the other 2 brats in line. What a nightmare!
I got to lay off the after dinner coffee!
As I stare out my window at a dreary, chilly Saturday morning, I think this might be a good day to relax with my journal, a cup of coffee and a nice warm fire. In other words, it is a good day just to “be”.
…why as a country we will spend billions to keep terrorists out for our safety, yet when a fellow American guns down students in a school it is the “price of freedom”. Our priorities are all fucked up here.