Today's goal

I had a premonition yesterday morning I would not sleep much last night. It came true. I made the big pot of coffee this morning. The coffee has not erased the nasty scowl from my face or the rancor in my soul.

Dark clouds are gathering. A spring thunderstorm is brewing. I don’t care because it’s t-shirt and shorts warm outside.

Today’s goal: don’t be gratuitously mean—not even to myself.