today and it does no good to pretend otherwise.
Not everything is cast in this dull gray film that descended over me this morning when I got a certain piece of news. There are such good things happening too.
My husband just came home. He looks hot in his black coat and black jeans and black winter boots and the red and white Arsenal scarf setting it all off. I must not be so badly off if I can pause in my mood to notice his hotness.
Glad he's home.