Fell face-first into “poor me” today.

The leavings of pity are dripping off my chin.

That’s a foul smear of selfish on the bridge of my nose.

I think I chipped a tooth on my utter ungratefulness.

After a blog-less yesterday spent in the land of Blah, the faceplant is particularly wretched. The loss of my 17-year old muse still sours my best efforts of almost everything. But…

Though I struggle, I still survive.

And where there is survival, there is also a smile to be had, even if it’s caked in “poor me” muck like today.

Until tomorrow…


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