Entropy wheezing along.

Some days things turn into a weird molasses and I am stuck in the mire, breathing in the sticky sweet air and praying that this isn't going to result in being baked into part of someone's gingerbread house.

But ... mightn't it be mine? What if, instead of laughing about my own foibles, I embraced them?

Don't I admire those who are able to be bright and bold and brave?