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My message my friends on Facebook

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Here is an imperfect thing about me I am determined to be true to you   If you fear my other friends find you revolting I am not one to be swayed When you hear my close fiends say you’re offensive   I find you worthy   Where others jeer you with hate I will work to keep you My choice is not to abandon   I desire you no worry with me You are my friend

Like a Russian doll

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This new normal is turning out to be a real lousy new normal within another new normal which is nothing like any normal I’ve ever experienced.   Maybe it’s bad for you as well? Be sure, I pray not. In March, dry Scott met COVID-19 lockdown Scott. By all accounts this new world order that should have been a custom fit. A real time of great renewal. Time for me to overcome my demons, and get my life organized.  But today as I slowly organized my garage I was thinking to myself how great it would be to have a hangover. And, how joyful it would be to suffer the penalty for kicking some poor souls teeth in. For sure! I’ve been feeling grouchy and I know it is likely due to the stress of the new normal (COVID) as well as the other new normal (dry months more) and additionally the remaining old normal of my love strained marriage.  These problems are first world problems for sure. But I just can’t seem to find the happy. I’m grouchy, I’m tired, and I am extra obstinate. Ten days ago