Over the past few days, I have thought a lot about my past relationship. I am not sure what caused the recent contemplation of the topic because those thoughts attempt to drag me towards sadness. Thus, this morning, I felt bummed when I looked down at the shoelaces on my saddle shoes because she had picked them out for me. At 5 p.m. tonight, I thought about all of the occasions when she would call me around this time of the day after she had left work. Frankly, it fucking sucks because I miss her a lot.

But, as I walked to the mailbox this afternoon, I was reminded of how lucky I am. I walked by a woman who rode in a wheelchair because she was physically and mentally disabled. It occurred to me how absolutely fortunate I am. My gripes about heartache pale in comparison to the struggles with which many people deal. So, while I am not necessarily hurting any less at this moment, the jolt of perspective was excellent and needed. 

In other news . . . Donald Trump is a racist. Water is wet. The sun rose in the East today.”Xenophobic” is the new buzz word that almost everyone, who has a microphone stuck in their face, or who thumbs out a tweet, is obligated to say when discussing the President’s recent rhetoric. Folks, mix in some original takes, which will impress me much more than a regurgitation of the word o’ the day.

I fear that I am addicted to the Philadelphia Phillies. I listen to every broadcast; even though, inevitably, I am utterly frustrated by the squad’s futility. Like a friend, who knows he should not insert the needle, at the time of the first pitch, I am dialed into the game