T R U T H

My house is too big for my wi-fi. Maybe it's a failure to embrace the things that define you but wi-fi is right up there with oxygen on the list of things needed to live. Now the baroness shares a different punch list but it doesn't matter. The delicacy of the well made velvito intertwines with the wi-fi signal and another page of art and zeitgeist gets grabbed allowing layers of accomplishment to blend with cardio, resistance crunches. The Pi guy needed to say goodbye to the tiger (or himself if you chose the 2nd story.) But it's like needing forgiveness and asking for it - the person still has the stab wounds in her back where you made them, now you're asking for something additional? Saying goodbye is for your selfishness because the best goodbyes are the ones that happen because they're meant to. It's more of that "surround yourself with those who uplift you and ixnay on those who bring you down." Isn't that like saying "only come across nice people"? How do you make that happen? A haiku closer: Seeking solitude Carl’s ex-wife Tammy files for Restraining order