The Evacuation of Dunkirk

 I have things to say.  I just don’t know how to organize those thoughts yet.  Today the freezer aisle went completely out.  We had to remove everything to a frozen truck before it went bad, then take it all out when it was fixed.  Pretty much all available hands on deck helped out.  A lot of ice cream was deemed damaged, and the Blue Bell guy tomorrow will probably flip out.  So in the absence of words, pictures.

Piece of mail I received lately.  I don’t know what legally constitutes a "pot of gold" and if it took someone to that point before realizing it is a scam, well then that one should have done it.

Somewhere in there s Rocco.

And there’s Rocco sleeping.

A Facebook sticker I decided to paint a couple of months ago.  It honestly feels like much longer than that.  The concept of time since June has been very fuzzy.  A series of downs, promises to break out and change and bring myself up, and abandoning those ideas when another setback hits.  A cycle of desire to change, but lack of execution.  I sincerely hope this time is different.  I sincerely believe circumstances are different this time.

Rocco is meowing for attention.  I should go to bed with my book.