It's July 4 again.
America, in it's current state, is not worth celebrating.
You know what is, though?
My little silky blanket.
Last year at this time, I thought it would soon die. Since then, it has been given another lease on life. Reinforcement has been added around the edges. Holes have been patched. 37 years later, it's still in my life. Sometimes, I feel like it's the only stable thing about my existence.
I could draw parallels to the state of the world, but at the end of the day, I don't really care about all that. I've still got my little silky blanket, with it's comforting presence, and that's what matters to me at this moment.