Monday, January 07, 2019

Feeling good and dangerous

I don't know why, but I've been feeling uncharacteristically optimistic the past few days. Maybe I'm getting sick or I'm delusional or something.

My financial situation is not looking any brighter. I have a dreaded medical procedure coming up too soon. Nothing has changed, personally. As far as society, the same old gang of bullies is still throwing their political weight around.

And yet...

"What's this weird feeling I don't want to drink away?" ~ Princess Bean
"That's hope...THAT'S HOPE!" ~ Elfo

Here's to hope. I could get used to this.


Reminder: I could still use some help, though.

This blog is my job.
YOU get to decide if I get paid.


  1. But not so optimistic as to say, hey, this level of happiness should be normal, because I've got a good life -- food to eat, roof over my head, a wife and kid who, at least to this outside observer, seem to love you.

    Every day is a gift to be marveled at.

  2. 103 weeks until the next president is sworn in.
    Failing to plan, is planning to fail.

    Every day is a gift to enjoy.