So many things today rubbed against the grain. Scarred the surface? No! Ate
deep into my brain, A rant? You don’t want to read it Certain sure that you
don’t need it. Upset with everything, this mental midget. I’m sure you’d label
me an idjit if I spouted off here. But it would be sincere.
The pony in the pile: The laundry is folded, the bed is newly made, fresh linens, and I have only to wait for bedtime!
The pony in the pile: The laundry is folded, the bed is newly made, fresh linens, and I have only to wait for bedtime!
4 comments:
No not an idjit at all...venting is good. Ranting is good - keeps the blood flowing and lowers it's pressure all at the same time.
Grace, I tend to agree with you. In a manner of speaking, this post is a rant in itself, without unnecessarily dumping any of my junk on the reader.
Hope you're feeling better now.
Chuck, thanks. As I was retiring last evening I reminded myself that my blessings outweigh my complaints by so much that a foul mood is unjustified and unjustifiable.
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