it's everywhere

I hear it when I drive to work in the morning. Coming from the mail room at work. On my way home from work. I've almost, almost had my fill of somebody that I used to know. And my hair needs a trim and feels like hay, my hair dye is no longer being made or at least is not called "cinnaberry" anymore making it hard for me to find, and I am in agony waiting to get a response from someone about something potentially exciting... but I'm just going to remember Paul and the Philipians, not worry, and try to be joyful.