Monday, April 25, 2016


Houston is one my favorite boarders.
Although he doesn't ever really listen to me and can be pretty stubborn.
He's a real little character and always makes me laugh.

Saturday, April 23, 2016


I could break this down into several posts but
I won't.
It seems to work better for me to post a weekly post,
at least for now.
So, what happened?
My sister's dog Olive had puppies!

To be honest, I'm always torn about puppies,
knowing that there are so many dogs out there that need homes but
her older Husky "Nuka" was getting up there in age and when they adopted Olive a year and half ago the plan had always been to have puppies so they could continue his lineage.
It just happened sooner than they expected.
I won't go into the whole story but... things happened and BAM!
Olive was pregnant.

Luckily for them and the puppies, Olive delivered them easily and instantly went into momma mode.
It's amazing how Olive knew what to do and from what I've been told at the clinic, not all dogs are natural mothers.
She ended up having 7 puppies!
4 boys and 3 girls.
Stay tuned for a lot of puppy photos in posts!

Also this week my niece Lily turned 21!

How did this happen?
I mean last week she was six!

I wish time wouldn't go so fast.

Another bit of good news.
I had a woman buy one of my prints that was at the clinic, that looked like her Goldendoodle.
But I didn't have one of her other dog, a Westie, so she asked if she could bring her Westie in
and have me take his photo and then do an altered photo of him.
So I did -

I also did an altered photo of Lily's little dog and her two cats as part of her birthday gifts to her.

Oh, I also turned in my letter for a request for a raise.
I tried to focus on it, using the Law of Attraction and...
it worked.
I mean, it worked to as how I was thinking.
Got to be careful how you think! LOL!
I requested an amount that I considered GOOD and fair.
As I contemplated the amount, I couldn't help think how happy I would be to get it.
And how if I got that amount, there was even the hidden fear that I wouldn't be as motivated to do my Art.
Then I thought about how if I got...
Well, it had been three years since my last raise and I had taken on a lot more responsibilities and if I got nothing, well...
that would force my hand.
Then I thought about an amount I COULD live with but still be driven to do something more.
To concentrate on my Art and my books and...
The Universe listened and that's what I got.

I have found lately that the power of positive thinking is working.
I have caught myself so many times, starting to think negative and catching myself.
I have had several "dips" this week, going up and down.
It's a struggle but the goal is to eventually just be positive and have faith that all will turn out as it should.

On that note, I have been having pain on my side and above the belly button area.
Nothing internal but rather it feels as though I have a bad sunburn but there's no rash, no bruise, nothing.

I'm not going to the doctor.

Everyone at work thinks I should but I'm going to ride it out.
My sister, who works in hospital, agrees with me.
We both think it might be residual effects of Shingles that I had several years ago.
I had them on the same side just higher up.
It feel like that, like a burn, only there's no rash or redness.
I'm going to remain positive and focus on other things and one day I will wake up and it will be gone.
In full disclosure, I've done that with many ailments and it's worked.
(I must admit that passing a bladder stone several years ago just about killed me! But Hey! looked at the money I saved by not going to the hospital! LOL!)
OK, anyway....

Back to the LOA-
The other day I was talking with someone and she brought up someone else who we have discussed before.
In the past, we have been envious, maybe jealous is a better word for this person's good fortune.
She hasn't had to really struggle for much and she's reaped amazing things.
She's traveled many times to Europe and gone fabulous places in the USA
and it all just falls into her lap.
Things seem to always work out for her.

So as her current adventure was being brought up and the conversation started to go on about how unfair it was, I interrupted and said -
"We should feel happy for her. Happy for her good fortune, for the opportunity that she's going to have and then we should feel happy and positive for ourselves because something good is going to come our way too!"
"But it never does!" is the response I got and to which I replied
"That's the problem, instead of feeling happy, The Universe is tuning into how we feel that nothing happens to US like that. So the Universe gives us more of nothing. If we instead focus on gratitude for what we do have and what is in OUR future, The Universe will bring us that instead!"
I could see the frustration in her face.
I know it's hard to change and she said as much.
"But this is how I've felt my whole life! That crap just keeps happening to me!"
I nodded and said "Yes, but you can change it. It's hard but you can. Some days you will forget it and start feeling bad but you have to STOP yourself and be grateful. I tell you it's not easy but you can do it."

The other day I started to feel sucked in again by mean people.
People who always have something to complain about.
People who always want to repeat a mean story or make someone else feel bad.
People who would rather scowl and frown and grumble and it's hard not to be upset.
I started thinking negatively but then I remembered- 

and I started to think about the NICE people I do know.
People that are funny and make me happy to be around.

Yep, it's not easy but it's so worthwhile.
And... if people don't want to even try to focus on something good,
then maybe it's best to stay away from those people as much as possible.
At least I'm gonna try to do that!

Finally, the decluttering continues.
Boy, I have a lot of crap!
I've focused a lot on outside stuff, yard things and such
but now I'm working on inside things.
So much to do!

I'll leave you with this image.
While I type this post.
My Blue naps.


Saturday, April 16, 2016

ONE MONTH from today!

I've been working on thinking positive
and sending my thoughts out to The Universe.
It has to be said: It's not easy.
But anything worthwhile isn't usually easy.

It's really been a real eye opener though,
on how quick I've been to think negatively.
I hope it's not human nature to be that way.

It's just little things.
Like at work when I encounter people who might not be so nice.
It still happens but instead, I'm letting it go and not giving it much thought
and focusing on the good people I talk to and know.

Instead of letting it build up and eat at me, I'm thinking about my future.
I'm feeling grateful for what I have now and what I WILL have.
What is coming towards me.
I'm believing it into being.

Last post I shared about my car.
How I had traded it for safety, security and happiness.
The next day on Sunday I went out to it to run some errands.
It wouldn't start.
I called my sister and she and my niece came over to jump it and still... no luck.
Since I have my warranty, I called and had it towed into the dealership.

Luckily they have a shuttle service that came to my house on Monday morning and drove me to work.
While making small talk in the Shuttle Van, I started to say to the guy that I hoped it wasn't anything major.
Then I stopped that train of thought and said 
"But I'm sure it will be something simple!"
The driver gave me a surprised look and said with a laugh
"That's a positive attitude!"

Later,  it turned out to be just the battery.
I got a new Honda one. One that lasts for 8 years
and they gave me my first (free) oil change and tire rotation.
Then the shuttle service came and got me on my lunch hour and took me to my car.
Car problems have never been this easy for me!

Then a few days later something else happened to me.
I needed to deposit a check that I had been keeping.
Full disclosure. I save all things paper.
Receipts, coupons, post-it notes, index cards with grand ideas scribbled on them.
I have bills, letters and well... you get the idea.
Important paper is kept in the top drawer of my desk,
or in my handbag,
or in the top drawer of the cabinet in the living room,
or in a book on the shelf

OK, yes I have a problem.
And when it gets overwhelming, I will go around with a plastic bag and fill it with the papers
and tie the top and carry it upstairs and put the bag in a closet.
So, you see... it looks neat, but actually it's just hidden chaos.

So I desperately needed to deposit that check.
After all I had just bought that new battery.
And for the life of me, I could not find it.
I searched for it for quite a while until I gave up and went to bed.
I laid there thinking.. it's probably in the Other cabinet, top drawer....

In the morning I resumed my search.
I was starting to get teary eyed and so very mad at myself.
It was no where to be found.
Finally I made a promise to myself, to Glinda the Good Witch and to The Universe.
If I could only find it, I would once and for all get rid of all my paper clutter!

I took a deep breath, poured myself some coffee and sat down at my desk.
I pulled the top drawer open AGAIN.
There was a card laying on top and I flipped it open.
I know that I had looked inside that card before but
there was the check.
Truly, I had goosebumps.

OK. so here's the plan.
I'm getting rid of the paper.
Burning it and putting what I MUST keep in one box.
One location.

But this has now also snowballed another thought into action.
It's a HUGE goal, (for me) but here it is;
In exactly FOUR weeks from today I will start a one week vacation.
Each weekend until then, I have off.
After my vacation I will start a six day workweek including Saturdays.
The upside being that I will be able to leave early on some days so it's really not as bad as it sounds.
and I will have Sundays off.

Now this is what I'm going to do.
In the past, every single block of time that I have taken vacation time
I have used to clean the house, sort through stuff and do yard work.
I've gotten up early still and worked until I was exhausted and although it was a good tired,  it's always how I've spent my vacation time.

Not this time.
In the time leading up to my vacation I'm going into overdrive.
I'm PURGING everything.
Room by room.
And the yard too.
It's a lot to do but I'm focused.

And on my vacation?
I plan on just waking up when I do!
and not feeling like I MUST get up and get to work on my projects.
I plan on doing or not doing, whatever I want
and also sitting down and working on my Art without the nagging feeling of things not done hanging over my head.

Oh sure, I'll have walls that will need painting
and other projects but I can do that afterwards.
On following weekends...
but the STUFF will be gone.

Now this might sound silly but
it's kinda overwhelming and scary.
But having this deadline and putting it HERE
will make me do it.
AND having that  peace of mind will be priceless.

In the past I've held onto stuff because of the possibility of what I could make out of it
and/or the cash I spent on it or maybe someday sell it for.
But that's not believing in The Universe.
It's not believing that what I need will be there for me.
No, it's like seeing the negative and not the positive.
It's like the paper not being visible
but knowing it's there, crammed and jumbled and chaotic.

So that's the plan for the month.

Other News:
I gave Doc a letter asking for a raise.
A long letter, detailing my value and my reasons.
He will have to go over it with the HR vet.
But hopefully I will get the raise I deserve but here's the oddest part.
I'm not dwelling on it.
Either I will get it or I won't.
The decision they make will just be a piece of my life puzzle that I'm slowly putting together.
I won't know until it's all clicked together to see what the image is.
Although the piece they choose will definitely have an effect on how it all comes together!

OK, I best get busy!

I hope everyone is having happy positive things happening in their lives.
I always look forward to you sharing your comments, thoughts, ideas!

Saturday, April 9, 2016


It's been a great week!
and nothing has changed except my attitude!

In fact I've had some people who are doing their best to sabotage me...
just for the fun of it I guess.
They must have their reasons but instead of wasting my time trying to figure out exactly why,
I've just making sure that I dot my I's and cross my T's and 
that's all I can really do anyway, so why let it nag at me and ruin my day.
Now that I know that my life is changing, 
I just don't care!

I'm excited and pumped!
I really haven't even done much work on ME yet,
but I'm feeling so much better.

Mostly this week I've thought about what "I" wanted and in DETAIL.
Sharon left a comment about thinking about it in detail
and before this I've had many MANY ideas but never a nailed down SURE thought.

I met my best friend for breakfast the other morning.
It's something we always try to do every other week.
We have the greatest of talks
and energize each other.
But now with my reinvention plan, I found I had bigger plans 
than we have ever discussed.
And I realized that my past thoughts had always been smaller.
Kinda held down by what and how other people viewed me and how I viewed myself.

My friend has always been my biggest cheerleader
but I think I surprised her by wanting more than I ever had before.
In the past I felt kinda guilty about wanting too much.
I mean, I should be happy with what I have, it's more than many people have.
I have a job and shelter and food on the table.
She's always thought in terms of what seemed possible for me
given the fact that  I don't have a high paying profession or a mate.
She's always encouraged me to think out of the box though,
but now I want to throw away the box!
And still, there's a part of me that thinks... How dare I.
Does this make sense?
It's like whenever I buy something, I'm always quick to tell everyone how I researched it to death
and what a deal I got on it, how it will better my life and be a wise decision in the long run.
It's like I feel guilty doing something nice for myself,
for treating myself well... like I don't deserve it.

Here's an example.
Last December I got rid of my van.
My best friend AND my sister both had told me that I should drive it into the ground
and to keep it as long as possible.
I initially agreed with them.
I mean why get another vehicle if the van still ran?
Who was I to want something better?
I should be happy to have a vehicle to get me form point A to B.
But here's the thing.
It was 10 years old and I had pretty much replaced every single thing on it except the transmission.
And... it was rusting out.

I had gone and bought this bonding agent stuff that I saw on the Internet and I sanded down the rust.
When I sanded down the big spot, a hole gave way.
I filled it in with that putty type bonding stuff and built it up.
I layered it and swirled it on like frosting and then sanded it smooth and primed it and sprayed it with paint.
Thank god it was White and I didn't have to worry about matching colors.
And it looked sorta OK.
If you didn't look right at the spot...

But I would drive that thing on the highway and feel unsafe.
It had a loud rattle and I felt like I was in a big tin pop can.
And... truth be told, when I walked out to it and looked at it, I hated it..
But my last van payment was November and I had visions of paying down bills.
I'd be stupid to get another vehicle.

On my lunch hour, I started researching cars though.
I had decided on two car makers.
Either a Toyota or a Honda.
Both seemed to last forever.
So whenever the different dealerships were closed, 
I'd drive through the lots and look at the cars.

Finally, I decided I wanted a Honda.
Then I decided I wanted a Honda Civic.
Then I decided I wanted  it to be Blue, or maybe Black or possible Red.
Then I decided on BLUE. not navy, not light blue, but BLUE.
I could see it in my mind, although I hadn't really seen it anywhere.
Then I decided I  also wanted a sun/moon roof.
I had one in the car before the van and Blue always enjoyed sticking his head out of the top.
I didn't want NEW. That's not a good value. you lose money as soon as you drive off the lot.
The value takes a HUGE drop.
But I wanted low mileage because this car needed to last forever.
So I had the details down... 

Then one day on my lunch break, I drove through a drive-through for lunch.
It was raining and  trying to snow.
Slushy rain.
I placed my order and put my window back up but the rubber came away from the top of he window
and water started dripping in on me.
As I sat there, trying to shove the rubber back in place as I
got more cold and wet, when a voice in my head said
"You deserve better than this!"

When I got back to work, I sat down at my desk with my lunch and looked at the car dealerships online.
Another car had been added since the last time I looked.
A 2012 BLUE Honda Civic with sun/moonroof and under 22,000. miles.
It was at the dealership I had bought my van from many years ago.
The salesman still sent me monthly emails so I searched my old emails and answered the last one back.
Was he working that night?
He answered quickly, Yes! He was!
I quickly called my credit union so that I knew what the car was worth and what kind of loan I could get.
So, after work I test drove the blue car and also an Accord, just to compare.
The Civic had been just been turned in by a nurse who had it on lease.
Leased cars are required to maintained in compliance with the leasing terms.
The mileage was so low because she worked alot and never went anywhere or so the salesman told me.
The salesman actually knew her and had been the one to lease it to her originally.
He said she turned it in because the lease was up and she was getting another new vehicle to lease.

So I bought the Honda Civic
In that special blue color that I envisioned.
It's kinda pearlized.

When I walk up to my car now, I smile.
Yes, I have car payments but they are actually less than my van payments were.
I feel safe in that car and I have a 5 yr warranty that makes me feel secure.
Now I no longer mind driving.
I used to want to move closer to work because I hated driving the van
and although I still hate battling bridge traffic and construction, the car makes it bearable.

So there ya go.
Once again I feel the need to explain myself to anyone who comments on my car.
I couldn't just say to anyone that I wanted a better car.
How indulgent, frivolous, foolish and selfish of me.
Yep... I need to think better of myself.
I need to feel like I deserve it.
I need to do this, to open my heart up so that I can send it out to the Universe
and make my new life happen.

So...I guess the two biggest points that I'm trying to make here are
1. We deserve better, it's ok to want better. 
2. Get the details down and put it out to the Universe.


Sunday, April 3, 2016


So, this has been a long time coming.

a Reinvention for myself.
I've done it before, so I know I can do it again.

A long time ago I didn't used to be a morning person.

But now I am.

In fact if I ever sleep past 7 a.m. on my day off
I feel like I've wasted my day and it upsets me.

How did this happen?
Especially to someone who used to go out with friends and start their evening at 10 p.m.
Well, I decided back then to change my life.

I've done this a few times over the years, most of the times for the better...
But lately I've had so many things happening that it's hard to ignore the signs
that it's time to do something AGAIN... before it's too late.

I have read so many things lately, that have really hit home for me.
And things have been said, small, subtle hints and suggestions.
Which is good I guess because I've always had a problem with anyone telling me what to do.
It makes me want to rebel and go the other way.
I'm guessing it's because I grew up in an exceptional strict home.
Yeah, maybe that's why.
But that's not what this post is about.

This post is about listening to ideas and advice and acting on it.
It's about making changes, for a longer happier life.

I've been so fortunate to have all my wonderful blogland friends out there taking the time to
read my constant moaning about being tired, being poor, being overwhelmed.
And instead of moving on to the next blog 
so many of you have taken the time to be there for me and given me much needed advice.

Tammy, sharing the Joys of Less, and how to just BE and to always being upbeat and thankful for the Peanut on the Table.
Jean, sharing inspiration, motivation, and always having my back and cheering me on!
Sharon, with encouragement and financial wisdom and advice.
Vicki, Doreen, Kim, Connie, Su, Grace, Leslie and...Oh boy, I better stop here
before I forget someone because there are so many but....

So I'm going to stop what I've been doing
and change into who I want to be.

I'll  ALWAYS share my dog/cat stories.
and my ART but I want to share my journey
to a better life.
One without so much stress, less weight, more energy, no debt and some sleep.

It will be small baby steps
but one day I will get there.
And I'm hoping that maybe it will help someone else too.

Maybe there's someone out there silently reading or who stumbles onto my blog.
I hope I can pay it forward for all the goodness, friendship and encouragement that's been given to me.

So what exactly, you may ask, pushed me over the edge
and made me decide to wake up and take action?
Well... many many things but
my sister, who doesn't usually say stuff to me about ME because she knows how I am.
She sent me a text me to "Please start eating better."
Just kinda out of the blue.
She was worried I won't be around for long if I continued on the path that I was on.

Then the other day she asked me to read a book she's been reading.
A book about how diet can change and eliminate diseases.
I told her I would, if she would read the book I'm reading about clutter.
(that's a problem of hers too.)

So this all had a BIG effect on me.

And then, the other day I caught my reflection in the bright daylight
and thought instantly -What the Hell?!
I used to take more pride in my appearance

How have I come to this?

So I text my sister this morning -

She was at work so I'm sure she was very busy and I'm sure couldn't take time to write more
and she's always been a woman of few words
but the capitalization spoke volumes.


So that's my news.
and I'll be changing my blog up too.
Talking about stuff.
Stuff I don't usually talk about much.
Like -
Eating better.
Feeling better. 
Fixing up my life.
My style,
My home.
My finances.
All my goals and steps towards them.

I'm hoping that by talking about it here
I will be held accountable to not drop this ball.
I'm throwing out to The Universe and telling everyone.
I can't fail.

I also want to help others with their own reinvention
If that's what they want
or at least offer some helpful tips and ideas that I might discover....
and of course,  I will ALWAYS blog about my Art
and my pets
and animals in general
because the only thing that has remained constant throughout my life is
my love of animals.

Once again! THANK YOU for everything and giving me the courage to do this!
Change is scary.

At least it always has been for me.
But I'm gonna do it!

Monday, March 28, 2016


My weekend started early.
I left work a little after noon on Friday, sick.
One of the receptionist had left before me and several others don't feel well either.
I've never been one to go to bed.
Instead  I usually curl up in my big chair where I can doze on and off
but still be close enough to the back door to let the dogs out when they need to potty.
So I slept the day away and then the night and Saturday
I just laid around staring at my phone, taking photos of my pets, 

reading blogs and scrolling through Facebook and answering texts from work.
My first one was early morning.
Then another after lunch time.
Another later in the day.
I find it odd that for a job that everyone else thinks is so easy,
no one seems to be able to do it without questions.
And I am the Queen of documentation.
I leave notes about absolutely everything.
Anyway. I read stuff, thought about stuff and slept.
Nora stayed close. 
She's my protector.

My cat Charlie 

tried to push his way in and Harry 

cuddled up to me.
Ghost is with me always. 24/7
And as usual was right in my face watching me.

Here's an Artsy photo of Harry.

Oh yeah. I surfed around on Instagram and posted a few photos.
Seriously how did I ever survive without this phone?
Oh wait. I read books.

Today, Easter Sunday, I woke up still sick.
My head throbbing, my gut churning and aching all over.
I got a phone call from the new guy.
A cat at the clinic had jumped out if the it's cage when he went to clean it.
In his attempt to put the cat back in the cage, it clawed him up and he was bleeding pretty good
he said he couldn't get the cat but he thought he'd be able to finish the shift.
So I had him call Doc and then told him to call me back and let be know what was going on.
So... Doc came in and bandaged him up and caught the cat and put him in his cage.
My worker  called me back and said he was fine now and would finish the shift.

All of THAT woke me up so
I decided to go downstairs and work on the basement.
I took breaks and did it a little bit at a time but
I actually cleared out quite a bit and organized it all.
Looking at it all made me wonder if I had made a mistake closing up my booth.
There's a lot of things I'm sure that would sell and I did ok. 
I made enough each month to pay for art supplies and some of the dog food.
Yep, maybe that was a mistake.
But maybe not.
I'll think about that later.

So then I got some texts from the girl that works evenings.
Different questions and things.
Then my sister, just checking in on me.

I did laundry and then did some more sketches, final ones,
for the paintings that I've been promising my friend.
Here's a quick peek at them.

That's how I spent the weekend!
I only cried once. But that was over some silly video
with a Golden Retriever that reminded me of my dog Maddie who passed so many years ago.
So, I'd say I'm doing better.
Except for the sick part.
So not better physically but at least mentally.
Thank you everyone for your wise words. 
It helps to know I have friends out there!
And I hope you had a Happy Easter.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016


I'm in a funk.
I thought I had pulled myself out but... truth be told, no.
It's not because of Squeak, although his passing didn't help.
It's just...............

I need a change.
Or maybe just some sleep.
Or maybe just a new approach to life.

I seem to remember an episode of Seinfeld where George, whose life was always a major fail, decided to do the opposite of his natural instincts and suddenly everything started working for him.
Although I can't remember how it ultimately turned out for him, something must have gone wrong as he was back to his never-do-well life by the next episode.

Yesterday when I got home from work it started to storm.
Really high winds, over 50 miles an hour and then hail.
The weather people on TV were intense.
They had their jackets off and their sleeves rolled up and they were showing diagrams on where to seek shelter in your home.
Last year we had a tornado in our region, something rather rare here
and they told us to seek a safe place.
At that time, I went to the basement door and walked down a couple of steps and sat there, holding 2 of my little dogs, Poppy and Ping.

I had motioned Blue to the doorway, I knew he'd never go down the steps, so he sat there along with Nora and Jimmy. I called to the others, I called to my cats...but mostly I called my cats Harry and Ghost.
Strange how I made my Sophie's Choice....
I remember that I had thought if I heard a "train" noise as they predict, I would just set the two little ones down on the icky basement floor and tug Blue as far down the stairs as I could.
I would think if I did that, some of the others would follow him down too.

But last night, curled up in my big chair covered in critters,
I watched the Tornado Warnings and thought about my Dad.
When there would be storms, he liked to open the garage door and sit in his lawn chair and watch.
He never ever was concerned. He never told us to go downstairs.
Of course, the downstairs in my childhood home was nicer than the whole of my home is now.
And MY current downstairs is dark, damp with cinder block walls and it's filled with stuff.
Stuff being old furniture, cat carriers, Rubbermaid containers full of more stuff.
I really didn't want to go down there.
So I pulled up my ottoman and stretched out my legs and more little ones crawled on top of me.
Blue was laying on the sofa

and Nora was pacing.
Nora was the only one that seemed concerned so I called for her to lay down next to the chair.
I figured we'd just wait and see.
I was so tired that I started to drift off to sleep.
I remember thinking just before I drifted off that I hoped the hail didn't dent my car
and that if nothing happened to us, that I needed to pitched the stuff in the basement
and repaint the walls, maybe put down a piece of sheet vinyl flooring...

So, I woke up and the threat had passed.
Apparently 5 tornadoes had touched down in several areas.
Down on the far end of my street, a tree had come down and brought down power lines and people were trapped inside a restaurant.
I was lucky that we still had power in my section of town.
I got up and threw a load of laundry into the washer.
I let the dogs out to potty and the night sky seemed eerie.
They hurried back in and we all went to bed.

I got up this morning and went to work and I cried.
Nothing big really happened or anything but I just cried.
I don't think I'm alone though.
Many people that I work with feel the same way.
And there's other people I know, outside of work, that feel like crying too.
About different things
Maybe it's just the time of year.

Maybe it's that I get home and only have a couple of hours
to clean the house, sort through and get rid of the clutter,
do the laundry, feed the dogs, groom the dogs,

scoop the poop and clean the litter boxes,
read the blogs and the books I want to read and
oh, create Art
and I need to get to bed and get some sleep.
Seems like I never have time to do what I want or the energy.
Maybe it's just that I feel overwhelmed.

Do you feel like that too?
Is it the weather? The time of year?
The horrible things in the News and on social media?
See,  I told you I was in a funk.