π‘π¬πΆCame upon an old Tom Merton quote that goes something like this: 'Any happiness not shared, is somehow diminished.' Melancholy is in the air tonite, the dregs of life as we knew it, swirling the drain.
Pregnant night, cloudy all fucking day, again. Coming up on eight bells and if I don't see some fireworks soon, π I'll continue to keep my powder dry, knowing it's coming. NCSWIC. π