“It was the spring of hope; it was the winter of despair”—Dickens, 1859.
It is to be cursed with a blessing to know your family’s true name in a world where you are deemed “Leader of the free world.”
For a myriad of reasons, it's quite feasible that this will be my final blog post. No; I don't plan on going anywhere, necessarily.
The following is a rough philosophy for avoiding madness, inspired largely by my favorite psychologist. Yes, she's in the Navy; however, we don't hold the rivalry against each other too much.
I have a public wishlist on the ubiquitous Amazon app; and it hardly reflects my actual wishes. I figured on this 20th blog post of mine, it'd behoove me to "dig into [The Iceberg of my actual wishes]" a bit, to reference the legendary local artist Oddisee.