Rose-Colored Glasses / Lentes De Color Rosa

WE’RE STILL FINDING berry juice from yesterday’s explosion in the kitchen (previous post). Even in the cats’ food dishes 2.5 meters (8 feet) away. (The cats simply ate around it.)

Interesting that I was looking at the world through rose-colored glasses yesterday. The day before, while on my walk, I had this random thought: ‘I’m like yesterday’s coffee. Cold and bitter.’ Now where did that come from?

TODAVÍA ESTAMOS ENCONTRANDO zumo de frutos de bosque de la explosión de ayer en la cocina. Incluso en los platos de comida de los gatos a 2.5 metros de distancia. (Los gatos simplemente comieron alrededor de eso.)

Es interesante que ayer estuve mirando el mundo a través de lentes de color rosa. El día anterior, durante mi caminata, tuve este pensamiento aleatorio: ‘Soy como el café de ayer. Frío y amargo’. ¿De donde vino eso?

THOSE AREN’T BLEMISHES. I WAS JUICED. ESOS NO SON IMPERFECCIONES DE LA PIEL.YO ESTABA ZUMOSADO.

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