My throat, Doctor saw …
Evidence of Drainage there …
Pollen! My poor head!
Never had any allergies or problems with the seasons until we moved to Georgia. Now the spring time pine pollen season has to endured as much as any winter snow time was up north.
I can handle the sore throats, the cough drops, the flonase (that alters the taste of food), the headache, the thick headedness feelings, but when my teeth start to hurt, its almost too much.
Sound mind and body?
About others, sure. Myself?
Who makes that judgement?
The broad definition associated with being of sound mind is someone who has the mental capacity to understand what is going on around them and make important decisions involving themselves and their family.
I don’t know that I would be able to say confidently that I have the mental capacity to understand what is going on around me.
As for my body … pollen season has started.
Sound mind and body?
That bar seems awfully high right now.
Is melancholy . . .
terminal disappointment?
Just wake up stupid!
Not so sure about this one.
It is such a personal battle that I should not venture an opinion.
Abraham Lincoln was noted for being melancholy and I doubt it was a choice.
I am not sure we are always supposed to be happy. But I am very sure we are not always supposed to be down.
Fine is a decision not a condition.
For myself, melancholy is a luxury I cannot afford, or at least, do not want to invest in with any of my mental capital.
Sunrise reflections
wonderful way day begins
back since time began
Heard this on TV.
Fear cognitive dissonance!
Not sure, but sounds bad.
Mr. Churchill said, “Short words are best, and old words, when short, are best of all.”
Could you translate cognitive dissonance into, people don’t know, people don’t care, people don’t care that they don’t know and people don’t care that they don’t care.
That is something to fear, if we cared to be afraid.
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