Irksome, To Say The Least

Here we go again. Where are we headed, as a nation and a world on the brink of war? Again.

It’s way beyond sad.

As we sat at a corner table in a little back room of a farmhouse restaurant, enjoying a fine breakfast, the news of Russia’s entry into Ukraine popped up on my phone. I couldn’t help wondering if such peace and joy, such a simple pleasure as enjoying breakfast on a quiet Tuesday morning, will once again feel like stolen time, spoiled by the knowledge of what else is going on in the world, somehow tainted by the cursed lust for power possessed by a pesty weasel of a man.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

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