did your mother ever tell you?

If you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all? I don't think mine did, but I'm in a sour mood and I suspect that every idea I have right now will have negative undertones. I started to write this whole segment on "days I could skip", I wrote about personal pain and discomfort, about failures and my own stupidity, about times I had been wronged. Then I realized that I was my own therapy. In recounting all the bad things that had happened to me, today doesn't look so bad. I guess it's true what they say "the elderly, though slow and dangerous behind the wheel, can still serve a purpose". Happy Friday everyone.