I have so much I could write about but no laptop to type, and I am sticking to that excuse.
My mood is far beyond depressed, which always means I need to get it out of me in some sort of prose.
Everything is coming apart again.
The ground never remains level beneath my feet. However, I really do try (at least in my head before I go to bed) to be the ” forever optimist”. And the more unstable things become, the more epiphanies of God I am granted witness.
So that’s pretty cool.
It’s unfortunate that I forget most of them.