I have nothing, or rather, very little.
I have drank just a wee bit much lately, (really?) and then commenced to Drunk Facebook, which, in some ways, is much better than Drunk Dialing, but still. My inhibitions get thrown out the window and my nontheistic, my non-tolerant self, gets pulled to the forefront and I end up starting groups and replying to offensive posts in offensive ways. Then I wake up the next day and worry that I have pissed off dear friends and new friends.
I delete what I can.
I don't want to piss off people, but even my sober self gets tired of the rampant christianity that is out there. And the fact that they don't worry, or care, about mysensibilities at all. Sigh. If my friends want to believe in invisible entities, should I sit by quietly when they ask for prayers, or worse, spend bandwidth praising Jesus? Should I just not read and delete? I don't know. I am normally not combative.
(for example:for ALL MY FRIENDS I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THANKS FOR ALL YOUR PRAYERS OUR SON DILLAN CRASHED HIS CAR EARLY THIS MORNING AROUND 430 ON WESTPORT ROAD. THE CAR IS A LOSS BUT GOD WAS WITH DILLAN AN NOW WE HAVE HIM HOME AFTER 6 HOURS IN THE ER HE IS OK JUST BRUISES AND A CUT ON HIS NECK THE AIR BAG AND SEAT BELT ALONG WITH JESUS PROTECTED HIM.)
Airbags and seatbelts and a good ER team are what worked. Hope he wasn't out drunk at 4:30 in the morning. I don't think Jesus really gives a crap.
Raining lots this weekend. Flooding everywhere. Livestock is drenched, but fine, and this is better than just-above zero temperatures most any day. Sweetie has made a second attempt to get into Louisville to work. Early today, all the roads around were flooded and he returned home to sleep a few more sweet hours. Haven't heard from him, so I am assuming all is well.