Hell of a week. Been hauling myself all over town battling assorted Social Agencies. Being an Elder ain’t for the faint of heart. Sometimes the house of cards implodes and ya have to go all Defcon One. I know plenty have been there. Paperwork the bedrock of civilization also it’s doom. Did folks back in Ur have to drag around bags of inscribed clay tablets to prove they exist. And if one is stamped wrong ya gets fed to the bears? Did I mention them thousand pounds of backed up laundry I huffed in then wars trying to get my damned meds worked out. For all this I’m grateful. I’m still alive to have these stupid problems and the snarky will to deal with ’em. I got some ice cream. ...figured I earned it.