Slipping

Fill your pockets full of sympathy... Get your cheese ready to offer... Bring the tissues... Pull up a chair... Pull out your world's smallest violin... Get your shoulder ready and take a deep breath. Or... Skip this post entirely. Following is my pity party. You can join me or you can leave. I won't be offended nor take it personally if you do. We all have our own issues and although some are far worse than mine, mine are my own degree of bad. You've been warned. This week started out