It’s 8:44am on Memorial Day. Thanks to all who gave all.
It’s sunny out finally. That can seep into your soul if you let it.
Sunshine can seep into your soul,
if you let it.
If you don’t want it there,
that’s your problem.
But every day, somewhere
on this planet
there is sunshine.
At any time of any day,
there is sunshine...
It’s 9:57 on a Friday night and the power is out. As the three or four of you know, we’ve been living amidst gray and rain for eight months now. Tonight, it culminated in a wicked thunderstorm that has power out across NIPSCO's territory. At least the laptop’s charged.
And the phone. That’s how I listened to IU just get eliminated from the Big Ten tournament. They lost to the same team twice in the same way. In both games, IU was beating Minnesota handily and then gave up a ton of runs in the eighth inning. I am so pissed right now.
I really don’t want to bear my soul on this one, but I get the feeling that the three or four may be feeling the same thing. So you don’t have to, I’ll show you mine.
Alexis and I laid in front of the television last night watching coverage of the Manchester bombing. It looks as if a radicalized youth walked up to an Ariana Grande concert and blew himself up. This killed 22 people and mangled dozens more. Since it was an Ariana Grande concert, many of the dead were young.