We all have good and bad days. Shit is flying real fast right now, call it a shit storm for lack of a better term. But what happens after every storm, whether shit, rain, thunder or otherwise... the sun comes out and despite the damage, the downed trees and electrical lines, it seems like a fresh start. It's never perfect, but even here in this shithole, the belly of the beast itself, Chicago, after every storm the feral alley cat comes out perky as shit and tries to talk to me. Obviously, I have no clue what she is saying but it seems positive. So if a little alley cat can find positivity in this shit, I think we can too!