TGIF, bitches. I'm finally getting over this damned cold. My re-entry to life after vacation was abrupt and harsh. I want to go back to the wilds of Alaska, where the only thing I have to fear is BEAR. And, of course, fear itself.
The news is just bad. Bad for the world, and certainly bad for my soul. Fires, wars, pestilence, and rampant stupidity.
I think I will be taking a news holiday for this Labor Day. Isn't Labor Day holiday kind of a joke these days? If we really cared about and honored our citizens' labor, those fast-food workers would be earning $15 an hour! Christ on a bike, could YOU live on $7.50? Didn't think so.
I hope you find your comfy niche this weekend. Mine's around here somewhere.