I'll tell you something- the sun has not shone since Kathleen died last Wednesday.
That is not a metaphor. It is the truth of the matter.
Gray and rainy and dreary and chilly. The wet kind of chilly.
In other words- depressing as hell.
I just read another "happiness is a choice" blog.
Wow. I keep making some bad choices.
So. The new Prove You're Not A Robot Thing? Honeys, we don't even have to tick the circle. Just hit "publish comment." It will. This will probably change but for now it's the truth.
Fantastic article from National Geographic sent to me in a comment about chickens and how they changed the world. Thanks, clp.
My chickens are squawking and not caring that it's cold and wet. I've already gotten three eggs today. I need to go clean out the hen house. That is a fact, Jack. Chickens surely do poop in the roost.
My boys are coming over in a little while. I have missed them.
Last night I dreamed I lived IN the Opera House. It got noisy when there was a show.
If there are any other true things I know, I can't remember them now. Beside the obvious one which is that anxiety can fuck your brain up as good as anything on this earth.
What do you know that's true?