I'd be lying if I said that this wasn't a crap day. First of all, the Turdwaffle won last night, which is a harbinger of some serious moneybombs blowing up our electoral edifice for the foreseeable future. Second of all, Ray Bradbury died after a long, good, productive life. I'd like to think that he died banging the bejeezus out of a zaftig cutie-pie.
Yeah, it's a pretty craptastic day, the one consolation so far is that ripe mulberries have been appearing on the trees, and I was able to partake of a few this afternoon. It's a small consolation, but you have to grab whatever positivity you can, especially if it's sweet and sun-ripened.