Driving It Home
It is dark times here.
I am too much absent, and I feel bad about it, and then I resent feeling bad, and then I chase my tail until I catch it and chew it into a bloody stump.
You know, yesterday there was this wonderful item in the New York Times online, asking readers what their biggest indulgences were. I read all of them, five hundred and seventeen.
It made me cry with a profound and silly happiness.
Simple joys, simple pleasures topped the list.
Today they seem impossibly distant.
Sending peaceful thoughts your way....