Some days, the world is just too much with us. Some of us, anyway. Me, to be specific. And today was so very much one of those days, one of my days.
The news of our ongoing national trainwreck got to me more than usual, and if you know me at all, you know it gets to me pretty much always. So today, not just bleah, but exponential bleah. Everywhere I looked I saw blood in the proverbial water, with fins circling. It’s a lousy place to find yourself, questioning if your own country is still capable of doing good for its own, for those who have given their all and have nothing, for those who simply can’t do for themselves, and whether, in fact, we have not become, as a people, simply the stripped-clean bones of our former selves now sinking toward some gold-plated drain, oblivious all the while that what made us unique in this world has been devoured through our own failure to pay even modest attention.
And yeah, that’s laying it on pretty thick, granted. But hell, I never said I wasn’t dramatic.
The point is, this day of the usual daily bad news just wore me the fuck out. I hope your own day was much more tolerable, and tinged with far more hope.
Now if you will excuse me, I’m gonna go eat some Oreos and drink a little wine, and torment my tired old pets with affection when they simply want to sleep. It is oddly life-affirming to hear a weary beagle-boxer goofus dog grumble at you like she’s tough.
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