Yesterday — Saturday, July 13, 2024 — was a day from Hell. We lost two of the good ones:

The irrepressible Dr. Ruth Westheimer . . .

. . . and the irresistible Richard Simmons.

And then we nearly lost a former President of the United States, Donald J. Trump.

I can only speak for myself, but I’m quite sure I’m not the only one feeling totally exhausted today — mentally, physically, and mostly emotionally. So this is what I’m not going to do today:

— I am not going to dwell on the sadness.

— I am not going to binge-watch the news broadcasts.

— And, for damn sure, I am not going to discuss politics . . . not with anyone. In fact, I’m going to work very hard at not even thinking about it.

What I am going to do is this:

— I’m going to read a good book.

— I’m going to check up on some distant friends.

— I’m probably going to eat another pint of ice cream (finished off the cherry vanilla last night, but there’s still the Haagen-Dazs coffee . . . ).

— And I’m going to search for a happy subject for tomorrow’s blog, and begin writing it.

And somewhere in there, I’m going to find time to hope and pray that Monday is a better day. Although I do have a dental appointment . . .

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
7/14/24