Mostly clear this early Friday with a bit of the moon splashing a bit of shine on this part of California’s north coast — an illuminated path to the weekend.
Time seems to be traveling so fast, I can’t read my wristwatch without getting winded.

Across the board, there’s not much earth-shattering news this morning, though, I am really, really sick already of the Weiner escapades — enough of that creepy sonofabitch. The whole story is depressing and way-nauseating.

Slow news always leads to some kind of shocker.

(Illustration found here).

Rare is the time when I can’t pull myself together to write at least something now going bong-bing in the news, but this morning there’s nothing out there that reasons with my reasoning. There’s lot’s of shit happening, of course, but after awhile all of it seems to be just window dressing for the next big event.
Right now, though, the biggest item is that it’s Friday and soon they won’t have me to kick around any more, at work anyway.

When there’s nothing, pain must be involved.
Via Miss Emily Dickinson, and a blank slate:

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

Have a good weekend!