The 2023 looked to be a good year in the beginning. I won't go over how it all turned to shit. Or why "political discourse" has turned into a monkey flinging shit at visitors. But I will say that Kurt Vonnegut makes me feel better and better about it.
A friend's new(ish) girlfriend reminded me of why I love Mr. Vonnegut so much. And nearly every day now, he (an my stoic principals) remind me that I must accept what I cannot change. I don't have to like it, but I have to go from here.
And here, Kurt helps me...
So... Welcome to the Monkey House