So, July is nearly done. And I’ll be honest–July 2018 is the worst month of my life that I can remember. Everything went wrong, nothing went right, and the only direction was southward. Downward. Into the abyss, though not far enough to matter in the real world.
However, August 2018 is waiting in the wings. And given the things I’ve seen, I’m thinking that July 2018 is going to seem like a picnic when the new month enshrouds me.
Sorry to be so depressing, but sometimes the world hurling toward us orbits a dark star.
See you next month, unless my fortunes reverse and I make that dark star my new home.
A Planet That Has No Sky 