It's all too amusing.

I slipped away for an hour and a half today. Picked up my purse and went out the door. Slipped behind the wheel and headed north for a bit.

Now my car has 5 heavy boxes of new bookcases in it. I decided the sewing room was too pretty for the old ones. Two ratty hand me downs from fat bald and pantsless. Now there will be a whole wall of bookcases. I will offer the others to my husband, or they will end up bashed up and put out on community trash day.

I read each side of the online deconstruction of hurt feelings. The different words and analysis are quite good. Everyone's right and everyone's wrong. The world spins on it. It's the pull between people's insecurities. And like the spin of the planet it won't stop.