Someone, a remainer, said they were so pissed with the Prime Minister’s obduracy that they’d now accept a quick Brexit, if it just ends the current drama.
All that I’ve been thinking of since are two of my favourite lines from a poem…
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
All you can do is be brave enough to get out there. You fought. You love. You lost. Walk tall, Torres.
– Mark Sloan, Grey’s Anatomy S05E12
Be selective in your battles.
Sometimes, peace is better than being right.
Woke up happy. The book last night had been good, the bed had been better than previous night, and the dream was not a negative one like usual.
Got happier. Someone donated £5.00 to the Clutter Free fund. Thanks Rami!
Got happier. Got the “You’re in” magazine from London Marathon ballot. I’ll finally be running the London marathon after 4 attempts!
And then happiest person around. Kissed and hugged and made up with mi amore. And hugged some more1 :)
- Though I really wanted to hug her, and kiss her last night when I was crying and laughing while reading that book. Still, better late than never :) ↩