It’s a real chore eradicating politics from my feed. I’ve been working for days on it. Sometimes you just get tired of Trump’s face pushed at you constantly.

Haiku Happenings:

Hump day’s quiet sigh,
Tasks loom, yet weekend whispers—
Hope begins to sprout.

Haiku Happenings:

Frost whispers softly,
November bows to the cold,
December arrives.