Among my many symptoms are heart palpitations, sweaty palms, an almost indescribable irritability with half the population in this nation, an aversion to the color orange, an aching that reaches my soul when I hear or read the word Florida, an unquenchable need to vote at least a half dozen times, a constant demand that the words guilty as charged be etched like a scarlet letter on the forehead of one particular man, a fear that truth has become a mostly discarded four letter word, an incessant ringing in my ears that sounds like the words "you're fired", an inability to perform simple math as I keep coming up with the answer that 45 plus 47 equals a tsunami.
I don’t believe in prayer, but, In this instance, I just might.