Another long day, as they all are in this era.
Lots of stuff to be upset about and rail against.
But it's near the end of February and it is cold.
We need to calm down and chill out and get some much needed rest.
So, just for tonight, let the whole nightmare of the presidency and all the other stuff go.
Have some wine and go to bed and read a book until you want to sleep.
Is that so bad?
I don't think so.
We need a break. It's cold and there are blankets on the bed.
Relax for the night.
Sleep and pleasant dreams.
See you tomorrow.
It will all be still here. Don't worry about that.
But tonight, 'don't worry' at all.
Good night, my friends.
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