Sometimes, late at night, like right now, I sit and wonder what the heck. What the heck was I thinking? Where the heck did the time go? Why the heck are we doing this? When the heck will be get out of this hand-basket headed straight for hell? These wonders come to mind especially after a day when everyone and everything seems out of whack and off of kilter. Then I realize: that's most days, most of the time.
Right now in the other room my beloved little dogs are having a howly whiney match. Who can yap the loudest? Whine the worst? Cry the loudest? Who will let the other up on the big bed? Then silence. They quiet down and then snuggle together on the big soft pillow. All is well again. That's how it goes.
Sometimes life is just life and that's all it is. You can wonder and fret if you like. Howl, cry, whine...it doesn't matter. The moon rises in its various phases as the moon does. The sun does, as Annie sings, come out tomorrow...you can bet your bottom dollar, come what may. And that's just how it is. The world goes round and round and people leave it and people come into it. And so it goes.
And that's why, sometimes at night, I think, it isn't so bad. Or is it?