Free to good, bad, or indifferent home. A few years ago before I had this amazing blogue space, I took my creative energies out on Facebook. And laughed and laughed with all my hilarious posts. Like when my puppy ate one of my outdoor lounge chair cushions. Complete with pictures. Of course, some people thought my post was serious, and wanted my dog because I was such a wretched person. True, but that was tongue in cheek, whatever that means. Now that same post pops up on my memories and just makes me sad. Not about the dog, because fortunately after destroying and eating lots of cushions and beds, he became a great pet, but more about the passage of time. I don’t like to look at old pictures much, but FB just keeps sending me those memories at times when I’m just not in the mood for the recap. Which is most of the time. I focus on today, tomorrow, but not tomorrow tomorrow. That’s just too much looking ahead and when you have that esteemed Boomlennial status, today works just fine. Or tomorrow if you’re out of coffee and/or wine, depending how the night went. Those bookends can come with their own perils. Of course there is joy and rumpus on both ends, but somehow that’s not usually what’s front and center at 3am. Today is the day the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. Even though I gave up on the autotune of religion, those early Sunday school lines still stick with me. I was a good student and if I knew I was getting a gold star for memorizing something, I did. Anyway, I’m just throwing it out there for my millions of followers to think about. Enough said.