once again, blogger ate my very best attempt at Fridays leftovers,

and I have not an ounce of energy or spirit to write it again.

I spent another afternoon in the police station, and my rage is palatable.

I hate when I feel this way.

It gnaws at my soul.

This too shall pass,
but some ass kicking sure would feel good right now.

leftovers???......

The fridge is bare.


Here's a picture of yesterday's snowstorm instead.



I kid you not.