Unbalanced.

Maybe I overdid the smut today. Fact is, I’m in rehab – from a situation in which I fear I might have handed out more hurt than I foolishly believed I’d been subjected to. That isn’t fair, and it’s bothering me.

Tomorrow I’ll come clean again. A post about grandparents, perhaps. Things don’t come much cleaner than grandparents, do they? Even when they smell bad and get in the way.

(I remember the tongue lashing I got for making that joke in the theatre once. Ha!)