Lots of thoughts this morning to choose from after

literally

one of the best and one of the worst weekends

at the same time.

The thought that keeps bubbling to the surface

is simple:

no matter how

selfish

bitter

hateful

narcissistic

miserly

self-righteous and

miserable

you are,

it is never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

acceptable

to text (!) a grandson

who loved his grandfather

like a dad

that his grandfather

has died.

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