On with the days we go. The amazing part of life is, for the living it goes on. No matter our drama, trauma, joy or celebrations — sooner or later, we want to know what’s for lunch.
After a day or two of staring out the window, I went to the pool, had a long walk, (14,000 steps) made pasta, and macaroons. I’m sure John’s family will be staring out windows for a lot longer.
I still wish I believed in hell. Then I could then wish the bastards there. It is amazing how I wish them such violence in return.
So, on with the show, and what ever is playing, I’ve got a ticket.
Perhaps I’ll get back to the 30 day writing challenge here, the topic I left off on is asking me to describe four weird traits I have.
The problem as I see it is, l think I am quite normal and not weird at all.
Except for the lava thing. That’s weird.
I’l see how the day goes.