Yes, full of life and brimming with a tinge of " let's get going attitude"....I'm like that, or, was like that -- a bit bubbly, a bit rose rimmed, and I guess, quite dreamy elevated.
Not for a long while now.
Instead, I open my eyes to a fog of trepidation followed by bewildered wondering; -- So, what inane crap will unfold in this world today, huh? --
Just this morning, there was that stupid news that a "nuclear war" was averted last year. The mad media is all about insanity. The devilish salacious hunger and preoccupation with doom is almost ridiculous.
I told my husband it would be a good time to be a monk; "You, know, I can see me way up in the mountains with my prayer beads and silence," I sighed.
Nope. You won't last -- no burgers there. You love your burgers, he quipped.
Thing is, it's actually true. 😀
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* Photo taken 2018: Central Park, The Quin Hotel, Manhattan, and Metropolitan Museum
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