In the middle of the night last night I woke up and had this thought:
How ironic that Putin is the middle part of the word “impunity”.
Then this morning my first thought upon waking was, “oh, wait, no it isn’t.”
I think my brain has its own agenda. I’m a little nervous that it might be plotting a coup.
In the midst of too much work, stress, and general exhaustion, I still find myself having one of those days where I feel like laughing out loud with sheer, pure happiness. It’s the kind of happy day that seems to demand a soundtrack, a driving with the windows down kinda soundtrack. Thanks, World, for these days.