Late
It's late Sunday night and I can't sleep. Thought maybe if I wrote down some thoughts, it might help. Lyndsey Graham died. I just can't comprehend it. I always wonder how much stress those Trumpsters are under. Apparently too much. Mitch McConnell is supposedly alive. They put out what was supposed to be an image of him, but I think it may be AI. I mean, what if they are both gone? And the last thing that is weighing on my mind is that I went to Primary today and they had a new chorister. I thought it would be me. This woman did not have a clue what she was doing and it was bad. No pianist, trying to use a computer that was buffering and spending 10 minutes talking to kids who were not listening. When I brought this up to Wes, he asked some questions that made me think this was his idea. He gets squirrelly when he stabs me in the back. I know this doesn't make sense, and I have left out a few details, but something isn't sitting right here. On a happy...