My Autumn front door.

This World

You know, if a person let themselves read about and think about all the awful things that happen in this world, it would make them really sad.  And if a person is alive, and living out amongst all the things in this world, it is nearly impossible not to read and think about it.  We are inundated with awfulness because, lets face it, this world is filled with awfulness.  I don't think I can take one more story right now about nice, good teenage boys dying tragically. I am sick to death of wonderful people being brought down by cancer, or heart disease, or lung disease...or any disease.  I am just done with it.

Tired

Well, I haven't posted in a while, and I only do so today to whine about how tired I am.  I swear, if I close my eyes, I will be asleep in minutes.  I just want a week where I can sleep to my hearts content.  Is that too much to ask?  Apparently, it is.