“…pick up the pieces and go home…”

“Gold Dust Woman” by Fleetwood Mac:

This song’s been playing in my car’s rotation a good bit lately. Strikes a chord in me every time.

Rulers do make bad lovers. It is true.

Side-thought: Have studied enough of my own internal abyss to suit me for a great long while…  Felt necessary, much as I may have wished it hadn’t been.