drowning at 7 feet sea level
The Areca palms, which I swear grow wild down here and which I hate with a bloody passion, are doing their yearly thing.
At least the bees appreciate it.
“I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.”