I’m still mentally kicking the Driveway Can around. I suppose the reason I got more than usually irritated by yesterday’s brouhaha was a very human one. I had a hard, really really hard, time digesting the fact that this…this PUSTULE, this excrescence, was taking up air and space and resources, and my great hearted friend is dead. I do, of course, wish that all may enjoy the root of happiness. So there’s work to be done I guess on that Other Part of Me that wishes that many of those all Do Not Pass GO. Ah, meditation. Spiritual Practice. Hurling glass bottles into the recycle bin to assuage the urge to BREAK SOMETHING. This is not easy. Anyway. I got to watch Hellboy last night and that helped some.
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