“I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and I will leave a trail.” — Muriel Strode, 1903
While searching the garage this evening for brightly colored tape, so I can mark a low hanging beam, I of course bang my head on said low hanging beam.
Some would call that irony.
Some would call it Karma.
I call it a typical Wednesday.
The irony will kill you: I drove past numerous fast food restaurants to go inside Marsh and hand-make myself a healthy, delicious chef salad for dinner. Lean turkey, broccoli, spinach, hard boiled egg, peas, cheddar cheese and a little ranch. I choked on the fifth bite and almost died. Tomorrow, back to burgers and pizza. I have too much to live for.