Mornings Are Like the Resurrection
Morning, Glories! Only 150 comments to catch up this morning? I thought I was running later than that.
Mornings are like the resurrection, except instead of being in the next life, you're in a familiar one. (Presuming you didn't get drunk and wake up at some stranger's house.) Maybe that's not a difference?
Anyway, a new day feels like a renewed me and I'm ready to take advantage of the opportunities... until this cheeriness is chipped away. Which starts with reading Vic's news. Oh, well, nice while it lasts.
Wow, I'm depressed already...