Back to that place where the traffic sucks, I’m short on sleep, the office is busy and hectic, the winds are blowing, it’s cold, and if I can’t be a the Chiefs’ victory parade tomorrow in KC then I want to be on a beach someplace warm and just sleep and watch movies and read books for about six months.
Which also isn’t going to happen.
And then you turn on the news…
So you try to escape into a classic, favorite, 1960’s comedy that was one of your Dad’s favorites and you realize just how awful and dated and sort of disgusting it is, and not in a really good Mel Brooks sort of way.
One foot in front of the other, I guess.
The only way out is through…
I hope your Wednesday doesn’t suck.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 