Perversity, thy name is January ---

Midmonth. It's supposed to be winter here. It is, sometimes, but we are having a warming trend. This week, however, in the 30s and wind. Typical for this state. Drives people mad. This state is reknown for a high rate of suicide. It's the wind, cussed, relentless, all consuming, threatening to blow your body to Nebraska with all the other loose stuff. The specials on Presidents abounding on the TV waves puts forth the reminder that we are all fallible, and sometimes outrageously so. In spite of that, some individuals rise above the stew, letters in alphabet soup. Hi ho!

Life is quite funny. Sometimes, 'ha-ha' and sometimes just plain weird. It's to keep our souls on tippy-toes, alert and ready. Some will tell you that life on this old world IS Hell -- that we are sojourning through it to learn and refine our self. At any rate, stop right now and give yourself a hug. You are alive on this Planet Earth and that makes you one courageous being! Suspense novels are just varifications, to tell you that, yes, it's not your imagination. We are all in our own perilous journey.

God invented time to keep everything from happening at once.

Soon I will have more good pictures!