Crap day is over. Thursday ahead. good day, a Thursday.

So Swears I. Nothing will bug me today, and I’ll take everyone as they come. I double dog dare ’em to try. 🙂

Never underestimate the healing power of a kitten, leaves of grass, and a tall glass of iced tea.

Poem that got me going again –

AH POVERTIES, WINCINGS, AND SULKY RETREATS.
AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
(For what is my life or any man’s life but a conflict with foes, the
old, the incessant war?)
You degradations, you tussle with passions and appetites,
You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds the sharpest of
all!)
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses,
You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of
any;)
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother’d ennuis!
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come
forth,
It shall yet march forth o’ermastering, till all lies beneath me,
It shall yet stand up the soldier of ultimate victory.

You tell ’em, Walt!

Who says the US had no poets?