I have to admit, it's been getting harder to pray lately.

I'm exhausted. There was a period of about 4 or so months where both my mother and I would pray the Rosary together every single night together.

But now, it's hard to get the gumption up to do it. Too little seems to come of it, and while I know that's not the point of praying, I still can't help but feel like my effort expended isn't being put to good use; I feel like I'm not using my energy wisely.

Anyway, as I was about to head to bed the other day, the idea popped in my mind to pray for all the Cabal to lose their shoes, or that their shoes be taken from them.

Maybe if a few of us really hammer on that something might come of it?

I don't know, but it would be funny as hell if suddenly Biden comes out with mismatched shoes over the next couple of days.

Anyway, I'm off to bed. Pray with me if you want. I'll say my prayer, have a giggle, and make a poot while I nod off.

Cheers! God Bless!