It's Hard. I Know It's Hard.

Here we are, Monday morning. We don't have to be. We live in a world of infinite choices; our existence comes available in a million permutations, and we, we, little old us, with faults and foibles and deep dark secrets jam-packed away in hidden closets, we are the only effective agent of change in the system.

We don't have to be.

But here we are. That is a good beginning.

Greet the sun. It's out there, now. Look at her; she's had a rough time of it lately, storms and flares and grand explosions...