I Like Getting Good News

The photo doesn’t have anything to do with the title, I just like candles too. Not as much as I like good news, but whatever.

I’m still feeling the sense of impending doom though. I’m not sure how to process it given the events of the day. Maybe I am just in a state of perpetual freaked out. That makes sense to me.

Outside

Remember when newspapers were still a thing? I just went outside to get the newspaper. I had a paper route back when I was 11 or 12 years old (I think? Maybe a little older? I can’t remember, it was hundreds of years ago) and does going outside to get the Sunday paper bring me back?

No. No, it doesn’t.

The view from the porch:

I’m pretty sure there is Poison Ivy in there somewhere.