I lost my sunglasses yesterday while out walking the dawg, as he pulled me along a watercourse that he can navigate well and I can’t. He’s barely two foot tall, I’m a lumbering six foot magnet for thorns and foliage behind him.
My beloved affectionately (well, not so affectionately) refers to the glasses as the ‘Turdinators’. If the Terminator’s cool shades had turned to crap, they’d look like these. She wasn’t entirely convinced they should be found, but if only to engage with optimism, I went looking.
While they do look rubbish, I’m glad I chose the optimistic path.
Kindly, keep going.