I’ve been thinking about everything lately. Politics, family, finances, and my own happiness. Every time I think I have the right to feel sorry for myself, it seems that some photo-shopped image comes across my screen and makes me smack the tabletop.
Like chain letters, these things are coming at us from all directions, most are self-absorbed tripe. But today these two came up and hit me, first in the heart, and then in the head.
From my trite warehouse to yours.