I’m sorry, Wonder Ones, Dear Readers, and people who searched “One By One The Penguins In My Backyard Are Stealing My Sanity” and ended up here. I have nothing soothing, enlightened, hopeful, or mature to say today. Nope. Can’t even fake it. And I can hardly type this because of the tears in my eyes.
And here’s a warning to the world:
This is not the time to fuck with me. I am full of rage and I don’t mind sharing it up close and personal.
All I got is something that my No. 6 cat (in order of acquisition), Bibs, gave me yesterday:
You could hear him purring all the way down the hall.
I hope you find your sunbeam today.