Some days, things like poor health happen, making me want to fill space to keep my daily consecutive essay number rising to 257 straight posts. I know it doesn’t mean much. I could be commenting on the numerous evil things that the Trump Pumpkinhead is doing—criminal things committed with a thick sauce of hatred, ignorance, and malevolence. But my stomach is already churning for other reasons. I offer a pretty girl picture that I drew with the help of AI Mirror. A distraction for your viewing pleasure and attention redirection. I would write more, but I really can’t.
Catch a Falling Star 