There are few things in life as difficult as keeping your shit together during trying times.

Every person in my inner circle is having health problems. Like, each one of them.

No, I am not kidding.

It picks away at my delicately glued back together pieces.

I may never eat eggs again.

So, things haven’t been great lately. Between having a nasty fibro flare myself and worrying about my people, I’ve been in a really funky mood.

I honestly didn’t have too much hope for 2017. Not to be a downer, but have you watched the news recently?

Yes, all of that bullshit seeps in regardless of how I try not to immerse myself in it.

I’m going to wrap this post up now, mostly because that evil looking egg-man is freaking me the fuck out.