All is Well.

So according to Warren Ellis, today is apparently Blue Monday, "the statistically grimmest and most hopeless day of the year." Huh. I mean, today sucks, don't get me wrong. It's colder than anywhere I was on the road, two of my mother's friends fathers have died, and I spent my entire day preparing for the afternoon appointment to put my favorite cat to sleep.

Grim? Sure. But hopeless? ... hell, I've had closer moments this month alone, and even then, I don't know the meaning of the word.

I don't care for Vonnegut's "So it goes." I far prefer Stephen King and Peter Straub borrowing from Julian of Norwich in THE TALISMAN: "All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well."

I love you, Selina. Thanks for waiting up for me.