Yesterday was a long day.
We’re talking long with a llama caravan of “o’s” between the ‘l’ and that way distant ‘ng’.
It was a harsh, brutal and thoroughly unkind day.
There was cookie making.
And there was painting (to the calming strains of Guns N’ Roses and Metallica).
And there was long-distance Yahtzee playing with my sister and bro-in-law.
But, most importantly, there was (and is) hope for a kinder tomorrow.
Better than Guns N’ Roses and cookie dough.