The house is a mess. The sink is full, dirty laundry strewn about the basement as though someone were pulling it apart looking for some sort of secret. My back hurts as it so often did in the days where I took little to no care of my still young flesh. There are half a…
Tag: new years
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.31.17
Lots of grumbling and shouting about the end of the year two thousand seventeen. Not considered the grandest by most. Some have even stronger opinions regarding the matter. Perhaps by the end of this, I will discover where I stand on the subject. But. Another year. Ever onward towards the future. The march from birth…
The Veracious Facade 