Mortal and weak

It’s been some day. My goal was to get through the day without saying or doing something that I’d regret. I think I’ve made it. It’s humbling to feel this way. Most days are great. Last night, I didn’t sleep long enough, and it was one of those days that tying shoe laces was a major accomplishment. But tomorrow’s coming… Update: Okay, now I know why. I have a spring cold. Ack. Dash men are mighty (in their own minds) but can be brought down low by a cold. As my mother used to say, “Pansy.”