So very little to say. Nothing bad, nothing good. I might go as far as to say that I’m on a slightly more even keel than I was earlier this week, but then, that’s all kind of relative at this point. Stress from all corners at this point in my life is a given; even more so given the General State of Things™.

Getting through the day; that’s the goal.

I know logically I should try harder to let go of some of the stressors that I likely can’t do much about; that’s what my lovely spouse tells me, and she is wise in the way of emotional health; certainly wiser than me. My struggle here is that the things that I can’t do anything about are the ones that feel the most targeted; the most personal. I know logically these thing probably aren’t personal, but it’s really hard not to feel that way because they cut so close; then I feel bad for feeling that way, because it’s me edging into narcissism, and that way lies madness.

How’s that for some vaguebooking? It’s true, I am being purposely non-specific, because frankly, unless I talk to you about it personally, it’s personal. That said, writing things down and posting them publicly (even if few people read it) helps me process thoughts and work through them, so I’m calling it a healthy practice; journaling in the public square or something.

Besides, I pay the hosting fees for this corner of the internet, so I can do whatever I want with it as long as it doesn’t violate the terms of service.

So that’s that; internal monologue temporarily silenced. Here’s the song that I borrowed this post’s title from; it’s imperfectly related, but it’s got some wisdom in there: