Perspective, pt2.

Every once in awhile, you need a little perspective.

I just spilled tobacco on my leg while rolling a cigarette. In at least the last week, that's the worst thing that's happened to me.

Let me say that again:

In at least the last week, the worst thing to have happened to me is spilling a little tobacco on my knee.

Seriously, that's it.

It's not that I've given up anger. I find it seems to be my comfort zone, actually. Lately, however, I've been hoisted unbidden out of my comfort zone.

And you know what?

I like it.

I like it a fucking lot.

So I'm going to have to adjust my format a bit.

Now, I'm certain that when I get cable hooked up, or internet. Or regular news exposure once again, there'll be plenty of vitriol here available for your perusal, but if you don't mind too terribly, for now, and for the foreseeable future, there's going to be a hell of a lot more happiness here.

More examining of the amazing things life has to offer.

More discovery.

More perspective.

Because at the moment, my life is turning into apple pie. It takes patience, planning, and love to make a decent pie.

So much more to make a great one.

And sweet zombie jeebus, I fucking love a great apple pie...