It was the best of times and it was the worst of times.
Maybe it was because spraining my back last night made me grumpy
or missing too many meals left me feeble
or my “entitlements” urged that i wasn’t getting enough for what its worth
or my growing to-do list kept me anxious
or my facade of faith might be breaking
or maybe it’s the truth.
There are no “good” people. It’s a relative term and we’ve dragged it to the pits. Love is the only cure.