Sunshine Punches Gloom Right Where it Counts
So.
The economy’s taken a high-dive leap and is hurtling headlong– if you listen to some alarmists– into an infinity lava of depression. The current administration is talking about putting a ban on L’il Pepe. The half of a half percent of a quarter million dollar piece of equipment I bought seven months ago suddenly decided powering up was too difficult. I’m hitting second puberty. The price of health benefits went up. Again. My kill/death ration in Call of Duty: World At War is still below 1:1. Local home values are dropping while an “economical” tent city neighborhood is being prepped for development in a field right next to our foreclosure-prone neighborhood. My pants are tighter; My physique is softer. Voles have used 50%+ of our lawn as a winter resort/lavatory and my cuticles are atrocious.
Not that I’m complaining.
See, it’s sunny outside today– and suddenly all of that potentially piling anxiety and crap has been washed down the drainpipe of my enthusiasm.
Nice to make your acqauintance again, Mr. Sun. Let’s definitely keep in touch.
