Today is a day, so far, so fair and mild.
A day so fair and mild that I have to put quantifiers like ‘so far’ less I catch myself standing on its precipice saying “nothing could ruin this” and hear the thunder reply
“Hold my beer.”

A day so fair and mild that I could be forgiven if in months, weeks, days, I hardly forget it existed at all.
But I shouldn’t be.
Shouldn’t be forgiven, shouldn’t be forgetting.

They say ‘count your blessings.’ I say keep a tally mark. Because on days so fair and mild it’s easy to miscount. To erase a time you were handed and say “I have always repaided” in favor of a loved one stepping on your toes while saying “I would never hurt you.”

A day without sunshine is terrible,
but a day without terror is sunshine,
Is it not?


Shout out to and , prolly the only two people who would be aware that the rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated.

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, and it may be a while yet, but this was rattling around in my brain on the way to work today...