I read something last night before I went to bed. I was astounded by someone’s stupidity then reminded myself that it’s not my clown or my circus. I slept, woke up & a bright new day has arrived. It’s time to get my shit together. I may lose that resolve as I attempt to sort my sisters kitchen. I’m guessing she’ll think of some reason why it shouldn’t be done. I’ll smile remembering if its not my clown or circus, it’s not my problem.