Keep on keepin' on

 

The national news is depressing.

Todd Akin makes me want to commit candidaticide, but I can't because that's not a valid solution, 

even in the case of asshat idiots.

And I'm trying to channel lovingkindess.

I'm crippled with anxiety about still being unemployed and knowing the only solution is to 

FIND A JOB.

It hurts to wake up in the morning.

I'm almost afraid to leave the house.

On the other hand,

Logan and Noah took after Great-Grandpa Hart, sort of,

 and Brody learned how to smile.

In the meantime, 

We manage to do it all for 78 cents on the dollar.

(Kicking aside misogynists the whole damn day.)

And I'll have "all the dates I want", too, [as long as all I want are no dates.]

In a couple of weeks I get to go spend a long weekend in San Antonio with this cute boy.
On his company's dime
because somehow he grew up to be a stellar employee.
And he invited old Mom to share his reward.

So, looks like all I need to do is:

And things will get better.