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Instead, we greet it with pleasure. Some would say, "One more day down. Tomorrow is Hump Day." Those people, it should be noted for the record, should be shot.
I like cutting away the worries. Letting them fall to the side like toenail clippings nobody will bother to pick up. I'm not always successful, but I am getting better.
I'm reading 2/15: The Day the World Said NO to War. I wonder if the protests were deeply satisfying or ultimately depressing when one saw how little they changed things.
War is something worth speaking about. Hump Day is not.
I was asked last night, in a text (of course), why I don't post on Facebook much anymore. My answer was short, as they tend to be with texts. I don't want to waste time. My time. My friend's time. It doesn't matter. I still post some stuff because I like it better than sending a mass e-mail, and my blog postings get up there, as well as other things. I don't want to spend time with the rest of the nonsense.
(Sadly, I can't play poker on there anymore, though that may be more of a relief.)
Happy day before Hump Day. Let that beast hump away, but make sure you smile.