Trying not to sweat the small stuff and I have to remind myself that there's nothing else. You live awhile and you die. Oh, yeah sure, some stuff happens in between. I suppose love is about all there is when it comes right down to it.
I don't want to bore you and I know I've told you this before but I love Jamaica. She's my dog and she's a good girl. Well, she's not really all that good but she is very lovable. I've told folks before that I loved them and it hasn't worked out too well; for me or them. I tell Jamaica so often that she takes it for granted. She's pretty cocky. Until it thunders.
We need more love and we should all be thinking about voting in the U.S. to get it. Seems to me that war is the opposite of love at the most basic level. I heard Billy Bragg say that in England folks were anxious to vote if there was an inch of difference between two candidates. We don't have a peace candidate. We never do. Maybe we never will. In the meantime, vote for that inch of difference. Take care of the love, yourself.